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At the hospital, Kimberly met Asher’s eyes with quiet resolve. “If I told you there’s more to Grace’s story, would you believe me?”

The silence stretched between them. Kimberly felt her heart sink—what a foolish question. Of course, he would choose Grace, his sister of so many years, over an arranged match he barely knew.

But Asher’s response came without hesitation: “I trust you completely.”

The words hung in the air, stunning them both.

Grace’s face went ashen. “Asher, how can you—she’s lying! I’m your sister!”

“That’s enough,” Asher’s voice carried a razor’s edge. “From the moment you met Kimberly, you’ve shown nothing but hostility. And now this ridiculous story about her spooking Snow?” His eyes hardened. “I know Kimberly. She would never do something like that.”

Kimberly stood speechless, her throat tight with emotion. She’d been so certain he would side with Grace. The depth of his trust left her reeling.

“Grace,” Asher’s tone could have frozen flame. “Remember your place in this family.”

The implied message was crystal clear: Being the Blackwoods’ ward didn’t make her truly one of them.

Grace’s lips trembled as tears spilled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged.

“Get some rest,” Asher said curtly, turning to leave.

By Grace’s bedside, Kimberly regarded the sobbing girl with cool detachment. “Was it worth it?”

Outside in the parking lot, Asher fell into step beside Kimberly. “I’m sorry about all this.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Grace’s behavior—it’s inexcusable.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Kimberly gave a soft, humorless laugh. “No need. I already know why.”

“What do you mean?”

She met his gaze directly. “You really don’t see it? Grace is in love with you, Asher. That’s why she sees me as competition.”

Asher’s brow furrowed as the pieces fell into place.

“I’ll maintain appropriate boundaries with her from now on,” he said firmly.

“Just like that?” Kimberly asked, surprised. “Why?”

His eyes softened as he looked at her. “Because I want you to feel secure with me.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Kimberly shook her head. “Why did you believe me over Grace? She’s been your sister for years.”

The parking lot lights cast a warm glow through the windshield as Asher turned to face her fully. The love in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Because I love you,” he said simply. “And love means trust without question.”

Kimberly’s heart skipped a beat. She turned away quickly, grateful for the darkness hiding her flushed cheeks.

Catching sight of her reddened ears, Asher smiled softly. His Kimberly was adorable when she was flustered.

The next day brought validation of Kimberly’s innocence. Snow’s medical examination showed no health issues but revealed a needle scratch on the horse’s neck—a mark that could only have been made by someone riding. The evidence spoke for itself.

After learning this, Asher stopped visiting Grace at the hospital entirely. Though he arranged premium care for her—private nurses and regular meals delivered by staff—he chose to spend his days with Kimberly instead.

They fell into a pleasant routine, selecting engagement party details together. Whether choosing Kimberly’s gown or picking out jewelry, Asher remained by her side. No matter how much Grace protested, he didn’t return to the hospital once.

The incident had backfired spectacularly. Instead of driving them apart as Grace had schemed, it had brought them closer. Asher’s unwavering support and subsequent confession had begun to chip away at Kimberly’s carefully constructed walls.

While she wasn’t in love—her experience with Drake had left her wary of rushing into feelings—she found herself warming to Asher’s steady devotion. There was something profoundly moving about being trusted so completely, being chosen so decisively.

They set their engagement party for November 15th, just over a month away.

One afternoon, while they were browsing a luxury boutique’s private salon, Kimberly’s phone buzzed. Models similar to her build were showcasing the season’s collection as Asher leaned close.

“That pale blue dress would look stunning on you,” he murmured near her ear.

“I like it too,” she agreed. “And that cream coat caught my eye.”

Her phone chimed again. Asher deliberately turned away, giving her privacy—a small gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.

Opening her messages, Kimberly found several photos from Sienna. They showed her and Drake at Glacier National Park in Montana. The accompanying text dripped with spite:

[Enjoying the fall colors you’ll never see. Remember when he said holidays were too crowded? Funny how he changed his mind for me.]

Kimberly rolled her eyes. During her three years with Drake, she’d worked regular hours as a lawyer, carefully saving her precious vacation days for travel. She’d specifically mentioned wanting to visit Glacier National Park during fall break, drawn to its stunning landscapes and autumn foliage. But she’d hesitated to go alone, and Drake had dismissed the idea with his usual, “Everything’s crowded during holidays. What’s the point?”

Now, ironically, she could visit any national park she pleased. But Sienna’s attempt at provocation was almost amusing. Rather than block her, Kimberly decided to keep the messages coming—they were entertaining in their desperation.

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Meanwhile, in Montana…

Sienna nestled against Drake in their luxury lodge as she sent the carefully edited photos, while he watched intently, hoping to provoke a reaction from Kimberly. Would she be angry seeing them at the very place she’d begged him to visit? Would she finally reach out to him?

He’d avoided contacting her for days, allowing Sienna to send the photos. He wanted—needed—to see Kimberly fight for him, to show she still cared.

But hours passed without response.

“Maybe she blocked me?” Sienna wondered aloud. “No, the messages went through…”

“Perhaps she hasn’t seen them yet,” Drake offered, more to convince himself than her.

By the next evening, with still no response, Drake’s composure cracked. While Sienna was out, he called his assistant, his voice tight with barely controlled frustration.

“Find me Kimberly’s family address in London.”

The darkness in his tone suggested this was far from over.

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