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The woman looked shocked; she scooted back farther on the pew without a word, trying to determine what was happening. As Blythe grew closer, her suspicions were confirmed.
She stared at the large, green emerald hanging from her neck, three smaller gems on either side. She’d know that necklace anywhere.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Where did you get that?” Blythe asked, her powerless voice carrying across the room. Asher was at her side in an instant, holding her shoulders.
“Sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Where did you get that?” Blythe screamed, her power returning as anger filled her.
Jacob was at her other side. He cleared his throat. “Maybe we should take this to another room.” He pulled Blythe, motioning that she and Asher should follow.
Mona stood up, her hand on her chest. “I’m so sorry about this, everyone,” she announced. “You know how nerves go on a wedding day.” The crowd chuckled half-heartedly. “We’ll be right back, but please feel free to mingle.” She hurried after them, her footsteps thudding on the red carpet that led down the aisle.
They arrived at the room in which Blythe had gotten dressed, and Blythe spun around, ready to rip the necklace from the pretty, tan neck of Asher’s ex.
“Now, what is this all about?” Mona asked. It was the first time Blythe had seen her look even remotely angry.
Blythe pointed a finger at the woman, her hand and voice both shaking with fury. “Where…did…you…get that?”
“Blythe, what’s going on?” Asher asked. “Bianca hasn’t done anything—”
“Where?!” she squealed.
Bianca jumped, her hand flying to her necklace. “Asher gave it to me,” she whispered. “Do you want it? I’m sorry. I just…I’ve always loved it. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Blythe choked back tears, holding out her hand as a terrified-looking Bianca reached behind her neck and unhooked the necklace, handing it over without a fight.
Asher looked at her as if she’d lost her mind—maybe she had. That was the only explanation that made sense. She turned the necklace over in her hand, the weight as familiar as the last time she’d held it. She looked at the back, the way the silver had begun to blacken with age, but yes, there they were. The initials she’d spent years tracing with her fingers.AJ.
“Where didyouget it, Asher?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
She shoved the necklace into his face. “Where did you get my mother’s necklace?”
His face went ashen instantly. “I, um, I bought it at a pawnshop.”
“A pawnshop?” she asked. The possibility hadn’t crossed her mind.
“Oh my God,” Bianca said, covering her mouth. “No. Asher. Tell me you didn’t.”
Blythe had other things to worry about than whether Bianca was opposed to wearing pre-owned jewelry. “Which pawnshop?” she demanded.
“Um…the one…” He tried to think, his eyes trailing to the ceiling.
“Asher, you need to tell her the truth,” Bianca said, her eyes darting to the necklace and then back to Asher.
“That is the truth,”he insisted.
“If you don’t, I will,” Bianca told him, one brow raised.
“What’s going on, Son?” Jacob asked, stepping up next to Blythe.
“I…” He looked at Bianca and then his father and then back to Blythe. His eyes fell to the ground, no words coming out of his mouth.
“Say it,” Blythe demanded, already piecing together the truth but not wanting to believe it.
