The moment Ava saw the word "DIVORCE" printed in bold letters, her stomach twisted into a painful knot. For a second, her brain refused to process it. "You... you're joking," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "I'm not."
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Ava slammed the thick file onto the glass table, her fingers trembling from exhaustion and disbelief. The digital clock on the wall read 2:37 AM, its dull blue light illuminating the dimly lit room. Her back ached, her eyes burned, but she had pushed through—because she thought she was doing this for them. For their marriage. But the moment she looked at the man standing across from her, she knew. Logan wasn’t grateful. He wasn’t relieved. He wasn’t even looking at the damn contract she had spent the last three weeks perfecting for him. Instead, his gaze was cold. Indifferent. Like she was nothing more than an inconvenience. He exhaled slowly, then slid a white envelope across the table. "You should sit down for this," he said, his voice too calm for what he was about to do. She didn’t sit. Her fingers hesitated before picking up the envelope. The weight of it felt wrong. Then she pulled out the papers. The moment Ava saw the word "DIVORCE" printed in bold letters, her stomach twisted into a painful knot. For a second, her brain refused to process it. "You... you're joking," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "I'm not." She looked up, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. Any sign of regret. Anything. But there was nothing. Just cold detachment. The same man who used to hold her close when she cried. The same man who promised her forever. She let out a short, breathless laugh. "I just worked my ass off finishing this damn contract for you. I haven’t slept in two days, Logan." His lips pressed into a thin line. "I didn’t ask you to." Something inside her cracked. "You didn't ask me to?" Her voice rose, raw and sharp. "I did this for you. For your company. For us, Logan!" His jaw tensed, but he said nothing. She felt like she was drowning, her mind spiraling between anger and disbelief. Then, she noticed something. A slight movement behind him. A shadow. And then—she stepped into the light. A woman. Young. Beautiful. Fresh-faced, dressed in one of Logan’s shirts, its sleeves too long for her delicate arms. The pieces fell together instantly. Her breath caught. "Who is she?" The woman’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Oh. He didn't tell you?" Her stomach churned. Logan didn’t even flinch. "I'm not doing this, Ava," he muttered, rubbing his temples as if this were a minor inconvenience. But the woman—Sophia Ellis—was enjoying this. She stepped forward, her bare feet silent against the marble floor. "I suppose introductions are unnecessary. But since you're already holding the divorce papers, I might as well be polite." She extended a manicured hand. "I'm Sophia Ellis." A pause, then, with a soft, cruel chuckle, she added, "Logan’s fiancée." The room spun. Everything—the late nights, the ignored texts, the sudden business trips—it all made sense. It had never been about work. It had never been about them. Logan had already moved on. She was just the last one to find out. Her fingers curled around the divorce papers, the weight of betrayal settling in her chest like a stone. Five years. Five years of building a life with this man. Of believing in him. And in return, he had replaced her before she even had the chance to fight for their marriage. "Say something!" Logan said, his voice impatient now, as if she were the one making everything difficult. She swallowed the lump in her throat, steadying herself. Then, she did something neither of them expected. Ava laughed—a hollow, humorless sound. "Wow," she whispered, shaking her head. "You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?" Sophia arched an eyebrow. "Oh, honey. If I were you, I’d be grateful." "Grateful?" "Logan isn’t exactly the easiest man to be married to, is he?" Sophia tilted her head, her tone dripping with faux sympathy. "At least now you’re free." Ava’s fingers tightened around the papers. Freedom. What a joke. She wasn’t free—she was discarded. Tossed aside like she had meant nothing. Logan crossed his arms, impatience radiating from him. "Are you done?" She turned to face him fully. "You really think you can just throw me away like this?" Her voice was calm. Too calm. "Like the last five years meant nothing?" His gaze didn’t waver. "They meant something. Until they didn’t." A sharp pain stabbed through her chest, but she refused to break. Not in front of him. "You should sign it," he said, glancing at his watch. "It’s late." As if her heartbreak were just another appointment in his schedule. She exhaled slowly, forcing her hands to stop shaking. With steady fingers, she picked up the pen. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. If he wanted her gone, she’d leave. But not as a broken woman. As someone who deserved better. The tip of the pen touched the paper, and with one final breath, Ava signed her name. Then, she placed the papers back on the table, meeting his eyes one last time. "Congratulations," she said, her voice eerily steady. "I hope she’s worth it." She turned on her heels, grabbing only her purse before walking toward the door. But just as she reached for the handle, the other Sophia’s voice stopped her. "Oh, one last thing," she mused. "Did Logan ever tell you why he really married you?" Ava’s fingers stilled. She didn’t turn around. Silence stretched between them before Sophia giggled softly. "Guess not," she said, amusement lacing her voice. "Well then, let me be the one to tell you—" A pause. Then, with a smirk in her voice, she asked, "Did you really think it was love?" The door clicked shut behind Ava, but Sophia’s laughter echoed in her mind—a haunting reminder of everything she had lost. She stepped into the cool night air, the weight of the divorce papers still heavy in her purse. The streetlights flickered above, casting long shadows that danced across the pavement, mirroring the turmoil within her. What had she done wrong? The question gnawed at her as she walked aimlessly down the street, her heels clicking against the concrete. She had given everything to Logan—her time, her love, her trust. And for what? To be replaced by a younger, prettier version of herself? Ava paused at a nearby park, the familiar swings swaying gently in the breeze. Memories flooded back—swinging side by side with Logan, laughing under the stars, dreaming of a future together. But those dreams felt like a cruel joke now, shattered by the reality of betrayal. “You should have seen it coming,” she muttered to herself, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You were so blind.” She sank onto a bench, burying her face in her hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting. The pain was suffocating, a raw wound that refused to heal. But as the tears fell, something shifted within her. Anger. Ava was angry at Logan for his betrayal, angry at the other Ava for her smugness, and most of all, angry at herself for allowing this to happen. “No more,” she whispered, wiping her tears away. “I won’t let this define me.” With newfound determination, she stood up and took a deep breath. She would not be a victim. She would reclaim her life, starting now. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Ava threw herself into her work, pouring her heart and soul into her projects. The office became her sanctuary—a place where she could focus on her goals and ambitions without the shadow of Logan looming over her. Her colleagues noticed the change. They saw the fire in her eyes, the way she commanded attention in meetings, and the confidence that radiated from her. One evening, as she was wrapping up a presentation, her boss approached her. "Ava, you’ve really stepped up lately. I think it’s time we discuss a promotion." Her heart raced at the prospect. A promotion. It was a chance to prove to herself that she was more than just Logan’s wife. She was Ava—capable, ambitious, and deserving of recognition in her own right. "I’d love that," she replied, a genuine smile breaking across her face. As she left the office that night, she felt lighter. The weight of her past was still there, but it no longer consumed her. She was moving forward, one step at a time.Ava and Ambar's conversation was quite serious. Ava seemed to be remembering if she might have more information about her husband. But in fact, she didn't at all. Ava felt empty because during the time she knew Alexander until now that she was married, she didn't know much about her own husband's background. "Apart from that, I didn't get anything more or any information from him. That's enough, so I want to know more about Alexander. How come I didn't know anything about my husband during my time as his wife," said Ava with a little complaint. "This is strange," said Ambar with a frown on his forehead. "How do you mean strange?" asked Ava, provoked. "Yes, it's strange because he is so closed even to his own wife. I feel like there's something wrong behind this," said Ambar, starting to analyze. "Can you help me find information related to Alexander? Yes, I mean something that..." Ava said a little hesitantly. "Yes, I unde
Alexander came as a hero in Ava's life. But Ava felt that Alexander's presence in her life was not a coincidence. Ava began to be determined to find out the background of Alexander approaching her. Because this was really strange and seemed to have been planned beforehand. Of course there was something bigger that Ava had to reveal and this was the big thing it turned out to be. Ava's daydream was broken when Ava's younger sibling knocked on the bedroom door and called her. "Sis Eve?" said Ava's younger sibling behind the door while knocking on the door. "Yes, just open the door and come in!" Ava replied while startled from her position. The sound of the door handle was heard starting to be opened. Ava's younger sibling looked a little behind the door. Delivering the message she brought for Ava. "Sis, let's eat first! Father and mother are waiting for you in the dining room," said Ava's younger sibling waiting for an answer.
Ava could only remain silent as she experienced the unusually cold treatment from Alexander. For Ava, this was truly strange and definitely suspicious. She felt that Alexander was hiding something from her. She needed to find out the truth. She had to uncover what was behind Alexander's behavior towards her.“Come on, just stop by for a bit!” Ava pleaded with Alexander.“I can’t! I really can’t stop, even for a moment. There’s something I need to pursue for the next while. I have a lot of things to take care of, so not this time,” Alexander said, without the usual apology.Ava's face showed clear disappointment. Alexander noticed but remained as cold and hard as ice. He didn’t appear to feel guilty or even say sorry. Ava was truly let down by Alexander. Moreover, she had many unresolved thoughts swirling in her mind. Today, Ava was overwhelmed with worries without finding a single solution.“Alright then, it can't be helped,” Ava said with a pout.
Ava felt as if she had been struck by lightning in broad daylight after hearing the news that Noel had died. This was truly a nightmare come true. Especially since Noel's death coincided with what Ava had just experienced. It wasn’t the fear of being blamed for Noel’s death; rather, something much bigger was gnawing at Ava’s mind. They had dared to make physical contact by attacking directly. It was no longer just about intimidation. This was more than a mere threat. They were willing to execute without delay.Ava was truly paranoid and felt completely unsettled. She found it hard to hide her panic. For several hours, she had been pacing back and forth, unable to step outside, not even to pay her respects at Noel’s home. In her panic, she tried to calm herself by biting her fingernails, hoping to reduce the trembling that had taken over her body.Ava struggled to regain her composure, but after hours, she still hadn’t succeeded. Finally, Alexander came back after f
Ava felt as if she had been struck by lightning in broad daylight after hearing the news that Noel had died. This was truly a nightmare come true. Especially since Noel's death coincided with what Ava had just experienced. It wasn’t the fear of being blamed for Noel’s death; rather, something much bigger was gnawing at Ava’s mind. They had dared to make physical contact by attacking directly. It was no longer just about intimidation. This was more than a mere threat. They were willing to execute without delay.Ava was truly paranoid and felt completely unsettled. She found it hard to hide her panic. For several hours, she had been pacing back and forth, unable to step outside, not even to pay her respects at Noel’s home. In her panic, she tried to calm herself by biting her fingernails, hoping to reduce the trembling that had taken over her body.Ava struggled to regain her composure, but after hours, she still hadn’t succeeded. Finally, Alexander came back after f
Ava thought she was adrift in her ignorance and now found herself in the middle of it all. For Ava, this was truly complicated and needed to be resolved quickly. Her mind wandered, trying to figure out what was really happening. Everything outside her reach felt full of mystery, including the group that had suddenly attacked Logan subtly. On the other hand, there was another group trying to save her from a different attack."What's wrong, Eve?" Alexander asked, startling Ava. Alexander was drying his wet hair with a small towel he held. He had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom, noticing that Ava was lost in thought. In fact, Alexander had been observing Ava's demeanor for a while but had hidden his concern behind a facade. He knew what had happened to Ava; he just didn’t want to discuss it now. For Alexander, it wasn’t the right time to unveil everything Ava didn’t understand.Alexander understood Ava's character very well. She lived with a
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