Nobela ni Mus Story

The world outside the dining room had dissolved into a meaningless blur for Avery. She was vaguely aware of Sarah’s arm wrapped securely around her shoulders, guiding her through the long, silent corridors of the Knight residence.Every word from that venomous article echoed in her mind: psychological distress, abandoned her home, unfit. Oliver wasn't just divorcing her. He was methodically erasing her, painting her as a monster to a world that was all too ready to believe it.“This way, Ave,” Sarah’s voice cut through the fog, gentle but firm. “This is the master guest suite. No one will bother you here. It’s the most secure room in the house.”The room was less of a room and more of a private apartment. It was decorated in soft shades of cream and silver, with a large four-poster bed, a sitting area with a fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a manicured private garden.In the corner, one of the maids was already setting up a beautiful wooden crib for Adelia, who

Silence. The figure who just came out of that room made Avery’s breath catch in her throat, and the world seemed to slow to a crawl.The man was shirtless. He wore only a pair of gray joggers slung low on his hips. His abs were on full display for her to see.Avery stood frozen, her eyes involuntarily locked on the sight before her. This was Ashton Knight the man whose photograph she just admired a moment ago.A hot blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks. She was suddenly aware of her messy appearance and bare face. She felt like a shipwreck survivor standing before a god.“Ashton…” Avery whispered, her voice barely a breath, lost in her dry throat.The man looked up, and his hazel eyes widened in genuine shock. His gaze swept over her, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features. “Avery? What… what are you doing here?” His eyes then blinked repeatedly as if he was hallucinating.She felt his gaze like a physical touch, and she instinctively hugged herself, pulling the thick

"For God's sake, Avery. I've told you before and I'll say it again, The Reeds are crazy! How cruel of them to let you leave that house in a storm like this. Especially when you're with Baby Adelia!" scolded Sarah, Avery's close friend since their college years.They were now at the Kingston residence, a home belonging to Sarah's parents that had since been passed down to her. Earlier, Sarah had arrived with her driver to pick up Avery dan Adelia.Avery just gave a small smile, letting out a sigh of relief as she gazed at Adelia's face. The baby was now swaddled, lying on a soft, warm bed. Meanwhile, Sarah still couldn't stop her rant."Aren't they just the strangest people? How could they reject the presence of a daughter in the Reed family? Do they think a fetus can choose its own gender? Ugh, they’re so stupid!" Sarah's voice snapped Avery out of her slight daze."I, I don't know, Sarah. I initially thought Oliver was different. I thought he would soften over time and come to accept

Avery lifted her head. Through the raindrops that blurred the streetlights, Rose Reed’s face appeared clearly—elegant, cold, and dripping with cruel satisfaction. The woman always managed to make her shiver whenever they stood face to face.Even after spending so long as part of the Reed family, Avery had never gotten used to those disdainful eyes.“Hey, Avery. Have you gone deaf now?” Rose stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the simple handbag clutched in Avery’s left hand. “Tch, it’s not that I care, but where are you going? Does someone like you have something important to attend to at night like this?” she continued to mock.Avery stared back without flinching. The cold raindrops on her skin felt like blades slicing her.“You don’t need to worry about me, Mrs. Reed,” Avery replied, her tone calm—almost too calm—rising above the roar of rain pounding against the black umbrella above her. “I’m leaving. I have severed my ties with your son.”Rose let out a low chuckle, the sound

“I’m giving you two options, Avery. Either send that baby to an orphanage… or we get a divorce!”Oliver’s voice thundered through the room as he stood in front of his wife, who was clutching their one-month-old baby tightly in her arms. Avery’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind refusing to accept what she had just heard.“W-what are you saying, Oliver? Why should I send our baby to an orphanage when she has both her parents? You’re her father, and I’m her mother!”Oliver’s eyes narrowed, a mocking smile spreading across his bearded, handsome face—the same face that many women dreamed of, including Avery herself.“You still don’t get it, do you, Avery? I’ve told you a thousand times, the Reed family only accepts sons. But you… you gave birth to that weak little girl. And look at her! Her face, her skin, none of it even slightly resembles my family’s bloodline.”Avery’s lips trembled. She was at a complete loss for words. In fact, Adelia was nothing but a copy-paste of her father, Oli