"I fought for that role on my own. Who is she to say she can grab it? Shameless!" I spat.
"Enough, Lily!" he shouted, his disappointment cutting deeper than his words. "All I am asking is for you to delete the posts and apologize to Nora. You can't even do this little thing, right? Ah, I remember you used to be sensible and unreasonable."
My chest tightened, my eyes stinging. "I am asking for justice for myself. How is that unreasonable?"
Asher opened his mouth as if to retort, but his phone buzzed before he could say a word. My gaze flicked to the screen, where Nora’s name glared back at me.
"What's wrong?" Asher asked, his tone softening into something gentle and caring—a tone he hadn’t used with me in years.
That was the breaking point. I turned and walked past him, my expression blank.
"Wait, I will go with you to get your test results," he called after me, grabbing my wrist.
But then Nora’s saccharine voice came through the phone, loud enough for me to hear, "Asher, there are paparazzi outside my house and I am so scared. Can you come over?"
Asher dropped my hand as it burned him. "Don’t worry, I am coming," he reassured her before rushing out.