Eve remained still, forcing herself to stay calm. “So what do you want from me?”
Kimberly’s eyes filled slightly, but she didn’t cry. She swallowed it down and stepped forward just a fraction.
“I want you to talk to him,” Kimberly said. “I want you to help him forgive me. I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking anyway.” Her voice softened. “Please, Eve. I’m asking as someone who finally understands what it feels like to realise you’ve ruined your own family.”
Camila crossed her arms. “Or you’re asking because you’ve realised your actions have consequences.”
Kimberly didn’t deny it. “That too.”
Eve’s gaze stayed on Kimberly’s face. She had expected manipulation. She had expected performance. She had expected that familiar Ashbrook arrogance wrapped in a fake apology.
But Kimberly stood the
