You’re visiting a maximum security prison to visit your husband. He is behind bars, serving time for the murders he committed. Murders that you had no knowledge of.

You and Asher reach for the phone, locking eyes through the glass. Asher wears his trademark smirk, conveying a sense of confidence.

“Did you sign the papers?” You ask him.

Asher gets the divorce papers but tears them apart. "I know that you're pregnant, and once I'm out of here, I intend to be a father to our child," he says.