Outside the hospital ward,people walked up and down the hallway.
Ethan stood outside Ava's room, his arms crossed and his fingers tapping, a habit that showed he was agitated. He couldn't understand why he was so unsettled, besides he was sure, she had fallen into the pool on purpose. But seeing your wife, unconscious, soaked and in another man's arms will do something to any man. In Ethan's case, he was enraged. He had watched as his wife, pale and limp had been carried bridal style by another man. He turned away from staring at the door and frowned, his lips pressed together into a straight line, grinding his teeth as he stated at the man who had brought his wife to the hospital. Dean Winters. Adonis Dean as his peers called him for his angelic features. He was the son of the CEO of Cardwell group, A multinational conglomerate and one of the greatest tech specialist in Montreal City, And someone he had always been compared to. Ethan hated been compared to anyone, especially to someone almost a decade younger than him. The McQueen group was a conglomerate too with Subsidiaries and affiliates but compared to Cardwell they were but small fish in the corporate sea. The exhibition at Crest garden was open to business icons and reputable people of the business world and the Cardwell's were an elephant among them. Dean Winters, Winters a last name testament to the adopted status of the Cardwell CEO... Dean was sitting cross legged, working on his tablet while looking up at intervals to stare at Ava's hospital room. Ethan watched him,his suspicion rising... 'Why the hell is he still here?' he thought. He had thanked him earlier for helping Ava but dean had pointedly looked at Ethan's arm around Victoria,who was shivering in his large coat before saying. "There's no need to thank me, I did what I should for the miss" Before sitting down in that spot and not moving. Ethan did not like the way Dean was standing guard over guys wife's room and what did he mean by "Miss"? Ava was married to him. At least for now. He started walking towards Dean, to politely ask him to leave as he couldn't afford to offend anyone at Cardwell's when the door to Ava's room opened and Ava walked out assisted by a nurse. "Ava" he said walking towards her quickly, his hands stretched out "are you okay?" Ava gave him a withering look and he withdrew his hands stiffly. "Are you curious? Don't be, acting concerned for me all of a sudden is making me want to throw up"Ava spat at him coldly and stepped away. Ethan was frozen in place by her cold words and also her lack of reception to his gesture. His heartbeat slowed and picked up again in fear,'what's going on? Why am I so nervous about how she treats me?' "If you are fine, Let's go home now" He said glancing at the nurse that had accompanied her,when the latter nodded in approval, he turned to face Ava but was stunned by the look on her face. She was smiling softly with her eyes, her voice quiet as she conversed with Dean, his blood boiled when he saw Dean reach out and push a lock of her hair off her face. Without thinking, he strode towards them and grabbed her arm pulling her to himself. "Let's go home now Ava" he said through gritted teeth as Ava tried to free herself from his grip. "Let go of me, you bastard" she struggled in pain and suddenly she was free. Dean had reached out and grabbed Ethan's hand on her arm. "Ah! You bastard" Ethan cried out as pain shot through his wrist. How could such a puny man have so much strength?! "Let go this instant!" He raged. "Haha, when the lady had said let go, I thought you didn't understand her,it seems you perfectly understand that phrase now" Dean said, smiling brightly as he tightened his grip on Ethan's wrist. "This is none of your business! Let go now!" Ethan was red in anger now. "Let him go Mr Winters" Ava said, touching dean's arms, Dean immediately let go of Ethan's wrist. Ethan glared at him and seeing Ava's arm still resting on Dean's arm and the slight blush on his face,he saw red and exploded. "Step away from my wife Winters!" "Oh? You remember now she's your wife,it was confusing seeing you all cuddled up with her" Dean replied smiling, looking in the direction of Victoria who was staring back at him with rage in her eyes. 'Disgusting, if that person had not asked me to be her,what would have happened to the Miss back then?' Dean smirked at her before turning to Ava and saying softly "Allow me escort you miss" Ethan watched baffled as Ava took Dean's outstretched hand, threw a hard glare at him and allowed herself to be led out the hospital. He swore loudly and groaned as he cradled his still aching wrist as he watched with reddened eyes as Dean led his wife away from him, the scene leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "That gigolo like bastard!!"David's smile lingered as he watched Ava's silhouette disappear up the grand staircase, her hand trailing along the polished banister. Only when her footsteps faded into silence did the warmth drain from his features leaving behind a mask of barely concealed rage.He stood up from the seat and marched gravely in the dlmly lit passage towards his study, each step measured and deliberate. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him loud in the silence of the hall.The study enveloped him in familiar shadows. Moonlight filtered through tall windows, casting shadows on his set face. David's fingers found the wall switch, and warm light flooded the room, illuminating his sanctuary of power—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, oil paintings of stern-faced ancestors, and the massive mahogany desk that had belonged to his father.Papers lay scattered across the desk's surface in neat, organized stacks. David's eyes fixed on the topmost document, its bold letterhead catching the lamplight. His jaw tig
By the time Ava drove into the Cardwell mansion's wide driveway, evening shadows stretched across the manicured lawn. Golden light spilled from the tall windows, painting warm rectangles on the gravel, as her driver slowly eased the car in. She found her grandfather in the living room, newspaper spread across his lap, his silver head turning toward the doorway every few moments like a faithful dog waiting for its master's return. "You should go shopping," he had declared three days earlier, casting a theatrical glare at her walk-in closet. His hands had gestured dismissively at the rows of designer dresses and shelves of imported shoes. "This is your debut of sorts, into high society and I want you to look perfect." His fingers had already been dancing across his phone screen, scrolling through contacts. "No, no, you don't have to do that!" Ava had lunged for his phone, her cheeks burning as she ended the call mid-ring. "I'm so sorry," she'd mumbled into the device before hanging
"You're absolutely right, Kathleen," Ava began, her voice carrying clearly through the dining room. "Reputation does matter tremendously."She turned to face the room, making eye contact with as many women as possible."So let me share my reputation with all of you. Yes, I was married to Ethan McQueen for five years. During those five years, I was dismissed, belittled, and treated as an inconvenience by a man who never bothered to learn who I really was."Gloria Holbrook leaned forward slightly, her expression attentive rather than judgmental."I endured years of neglect and verbal abuse because I believed marriage meant fighting for love, even when that fight was entirely one-sided. I lost a baby due to stress and trauma from my marriage, and my husband didn't even visit me in the hospital."Gasps and murmurs of sympathy spread through the room. Several women looked shocked, others angry, but not at Ava."When
The morning of the charity luncheon arrived with unseasonably warm weather for October. Ava stood before her bedroom mirror, adjusting the elegant white chiffon dress she'd chosen for the occasion. The outfit matched her hair perfectly, it was elegant enough for the city's social elite, but not so flashy as to appear pompous at a charity event.Her phone buzzed with a text from Dean: *Good luck today. Remember what I said about being yourself.*She frowned slightly at the message. His warnings from earlier in the week still puzzled her. What could be so complicated about a charity luncheon?Though Kathleen Winters was a bit antagonistic towards her, it surely came from her devotion and her wanting the best interest for the company, nothing to fault the woman about.The luncheon was set to be held at Grandview Country Club which sat atop one of the city's highest hills, its manicured grounds offering sweeping views of the skyline. Ava had been here once before, years ago, when Ethan's
The Web She Weaves"You say she approached you already?" Diana Blackwood reclined in the plush leather chair of the exquisite spa, her voice carrying the satisfied purr of a predator who had just cornered her prey. Several attendants moved around her like devotees, their gentle hands working magic on her manicured fingers and pedicured toes.The voice on the other end of her phone crackled with details she'd been waiting to hear. Each word was another thread in the web she'd been weaving for months. 'How perfect. Everything is falling into place exactly as I planned.'"And the conditions?" she asked, though she already knew the answer would please her. The response drew a low, pleased laugh from her throat that transformed her entire face, making her beauty almost luminous. 'Oh, Victoria, you sweet, naive little fool. You have no idea what's coming.'"Good work, don't worry, I'll make sure you are properly compensated, thank you Odolo." She slid one elegant nail across her phone scre
Two weeks had passed since Ava's first board meeting, and the Cardwell Industries conference room buzzed with anticipation. Today's agenda included three major proposals that would shape the company's direction for the next fiscal year. Ava sat at her usual place beside David, reviewing her notes one final time before the meeting began. "What's up? You nervous?" Dean asked quietly, sliding into the seat across from her a cheeky smile on his face. "Excited," she corrected, though her fingers drummed against her leather portfolio."Why are you still in New York, Mr CEO?" She quizzed the younger man who shrugged his shoulders. " I got everything under control" He replied waving his phone in her face. "Technologia" Ava sighed in frustration, though a small smile remained on her lips, she knew he was worried about leaving her here, she could handle whatever came, but she was still grateful for the support. "I've been working on the sustainability initiative proposal for days." S