Asher's POV
In the end, all I could do was stand there, watching her walk away with Lucien. The man I barely knew, the man I didn't want near her, and yet... she chose him.
As if that's where she felt safe and he was the one whom she trusted in that moment, then who the hell was I to stop her?
The truth was harsh. I had no right to intervene.
Where would I even take her? Back to that house?
Home?
What a joke. That place was never a home. It was a graveyard for her behind the locked doors. A buried hell where she was buried alive.
And I? I was blind. I let her rot in that place, thinking she was being taken care of, that she was just being dramatic and greedy.
I believed Melissa when she said Sera wanted attention and Grandma's special treatment had spoiled her, making her demand more.
I thought she didn't need our love and was an attention seeker. Only a troublemaker.
But all this time... she was dying inside. And I didn't see it.
Or just didn't care to see it.
