Novels by Favvy

Ava didn't sleep. The message remained on her phone screen long after midnight. ‘YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE. ‘Every time she locked the screen, she still saw the words anyway. By morning, her nerves felt raw. A door closing somewhere down the hall made her flinch. A phone ringing in the distance made her heart jump. Someone knew. Not just about the accident. Not just about her death. About her survival. About something she still didn't understand. The thought should have frightened her. Instead, it made her angry. Angry at the unknown person hiding in the shadows. Angry at the missing pieces. Angry at herself for spending weeks wondering whether Adrian was the enemy when there were clearly larger questions waiting to be answered. She needed facts. Not assumptions. And Adrian's office was the obvious place to start. The opportunity came shortly after lunch. Adrian had left for an external meeting, and his assistant mentioned he wouldn't be back until late afternoon. Ava wait

The kiss followed Ava everywhere. It followed her into the hallway after she fled Adrian’s office. It followed her into her bedroom. It followed her through breakfast the next morning and through every awkward second that came after.Ava dropped her head onto her desk with a groan. What had she been thinking? One minute she had been demanding answers. The next she had kissed her husband. Then she had run away before he could say a single word.The memory made her want to disappear. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t magical. It was a disaster. A complete and humiliating disaster. Which was exactly why she needed to stop thinking about it. Every minute she spent obsessing over Adrian was a minute she wasn’t spending on the thing that actually mattered. Her future. Or rather, the future she intended to change.Ava sat up and opened her laptop. The Laurent Group had suffered several major setbacks during the year before her death. Most people had dismissed them as unfortunate business

Ava spent the entire morning avoiding Adrian. It was ridiculous. This was her house. Her bedroom. Her marriage. And yet she moved through the Laurent estate like someone waiting for permission to exist there. Every time she saw him, two completely different versions of the same man appeared in her mind.The first was the cold and distant Adrian Laurent. The husband who stopped coming home early. The man who stopped answering her calls. The man she blamed for every lonely night and every painful rumor. Then there was the man from the rain. The man with shaking hands. The man who held onto her like losing her would destroy him.Ava hated that version of him. Not because he was cruel, but because he made everything complicated. If Adrian was heartless, she could hate him. If he had betrayed her, she could leave without looking back. But if she was wrong… if she had spent a year building her hatred around a truth that wasn’t real… then what had she been fighting all this time?Ava pushed

Ava didn’t sleep after Adrian left. She stayed on the edge of the bed, the blanket twisted between her fingers, staring at the door long after his footsteps disappeared down the hall. She could still hear him. Not the Adrian from the last year of her life. Not the cold, distant man who answered her questions with silence and ate dinner across from an empty chair. The Adrian from the rain. Broken and desperate. “Please don’t leave me.”Ava closed her eyes and hated herself for it. After all the loneliness, after all the nights she spent wondering if her own husband regretted marrying her, that was the one sentence her mind refused to let go of. Memory came back in painful pieces. The calls he never answered. The dinners where one plate stayed untouched. The moments she walked in and found Adrian and Lila standing too close, making her feel like a stranger inside her own marriage.For a year, she had collected those moments like evidence. Proof that Adrian Laurent had stopped loving

The rain came down without mercy. It slammed the windshield until the road dissolved into silver and black, and the wipers couldn’t keep up. Every few seconds another set of headlights would break through the downpour, it was too bright, too close, and then vanish again.Ava’s hands were locked around the steering wheel. On the passenger seat her phone vibrated. Once. Twice. Three times. She didn’t have to look. She already knew who it was. A dry, humorless laugh escaped her. The phone buzzed again. Ava told herself it didn’t matter, but curiosity won over pride. She glanced down. The screen lit up with a photo and cold shot through her fingers.It was Lila. Her younger sister. Smiling straight into the camera, her head resting against Adrian’s shoulder. His arm was around her waist in a way that looked easy, like it belonged there. Not a sister and a brother-in-law. Ava stared. Her chest tightened until it hurt. Then her gaze drifted to Adrian. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even looki