Victoria?"
"Why...why are you...?" Her hands trembling with rage,she strode to the bed "What's going on? What the hell are you doing in my husband's bed dressed like that?!" Her fist clenched so tightly,bloody moons appeared in her palms,as she glared at the woman on the bed. "What do you mean?" Victoria stared straight at Ava mischievously,her wide mouth lifting on a smirk "Could it be that this situation is confusing you? Ah ,I understand, it must be because you've never been in it, you know...as Ethan has never touched you?" A playful smile on her face, Victoria replied,playing with the tassels on her lingerie. Ava wished that she could backhand that smirk off her face,but she couldn't refute her. Blinking back tears of anger,she forced her gaze around the room properly,scoffing in disbelief. The room was dimly lit from the chandelier above,which cast a faint glow around the room,Victoria's dark tresses looked disheveled and telltale marks were on her exposed neck and shoulders. Coupled with the strewn clothes across the floor of the room and the faint misty smell of sex that lingered. "Seen enough?" Victoria's mocking voice reached her ears and before she could respond, Ethan walked in from the shower,his chest bare and a towel wrapped low on his waist, rubbing his jet black hair dry with a small towel,some hair strands sticking to his forehead. Stopping when he saw Ava and his face grew rigid with a frown. "How the hell are you here?" Ethan growled and flung the towel in his hands at Ava's feet. Victoria on hearing Ethan's voice,her eyes grew red and she had an expression of a bullied victim,she called out "Ethan,thank God you're here! She's scaring me". Ethan rushed to her side and she immediately scurried into his arms trembling and hiding like a bullied rabbit. 'What the hell? why's she acting that way' Ava thought incredulously looking at the scene, watching as Ethan took a stance in front of Victoria,he held her face in his hands, kissed the top of her head and mumbled softly to her. "It's okay, I'm here,you're safe,She can't hurt you" Ethan looked at Ava over the top of Victoria's head, the smile disappeared from his face as he glared icily at her. He failed to see the triumphant smile on Victoria's lips as she rubbed her cheeks against his hard chest. "Ethan,can you tell me what's going on here?" Ava closed her eyes and controlled her breathing to calm down,but her voice still shook when she spoke. "Why's Miss Victoria here?" 'And why does she act so scared of me' Ava thought puzzles by Victoria's act, 'What was the snake up to this time?' "That shouldn't concern you woman,Why are you in the capital? No, don't answer that,get out of my room this instant!" Ethan still stood protectively in front of Victoria as though protecting her from a rabid beast. Puzzled by his question Ava shot back "It's my business,I'm your wife and I want her out of my house now!" Her voice shaken with emotion,she took a decisive step forward "I will not be disrespected like this under my own roof" The words had barely left her lips as she reached out to grab Victoria from behind Ethan when she felt something hard hit her across the face. "Thwack" "Ah!" Ava stumbled back from the force of the slap, landing on the floor stunned she stared in shock at Ethan,who looked equally shocked, holding her swelling cheeks with trembling hands,her eyes stinging with unshed tears as she looked up at the man she loved "Huhuuuu" A sobbing sound was heard in the brief silence and Ava looked up shocked, Victoria was crying... She was the one slapped,why was this woman crying?! Ethan was glaring at her,while comforting Victoria, his chest heaving as he tried to calm down. He squatted down to face her and poked at her forehead with one finger. "Disrespect? Your own roof? In what way are you deserving of that respect? You're just a conniving little bitch who I took pity on and married" his eyes reddened in rage as he pointed a finger at her. "I've had enough of you,you think because everyone calls you Madam and Mrs. McQueen you can do whatever you want? You're nothing without me and the faster you realize that the better" "Don't you dare put on airs with me!" Ethan said through gritted teeth, running his hands roughly through his hair. "Scheming bitch,you disgust me Ava,just go to hell" Reeling in shock from the slap and the stabbing words,Ava could see Victoria standing behind him,her hands over her mouth,she was sobbing but her eyes were dancing with glee. Her expression was definitely one of enjoying the show,that look angered Ava so much that she stood up shaking in anger, determined never to back down in front of them. "Go to hell?,the only one going to hell is you and your shameless mistress, get that bitch out of my house" she fired back,firm although her body shock with suppressed rage. Ethan smirked and his beautiful green eyes flickered in disdain. "Or else? What are you going to do?" He walked back to Victoria and gently led her back to the bed,she continued hugging him, even though they were sitting. "Run to my grandfather and feed him more lies? Too bad he's out of the country, at least he won't see your conniving and hateful face" "What have you even been going on about?" Ava asked her voice shaking in anger and puzzlement. Kenneth McQueen, the patriarch of the McQueen Empire,and the only one who treated her like a human in this family. She glared at the two in front of her,with Victoria snuggled in Ethan's arms caressing her husband's chest. Her eyes saw red "I said, get out of my house immediately!" At this,Ethan stood up,walked to the desk in the room,pressed a button,in seconds, a uniformed guard appeared. "Escort the madam out" Ethan said coldly staring at Ava. "Madam please,come with me" The guard started and with reluctance held Ava's arm trying to steer her out of the room,but she struggled out of his grip. "Don't touch me and drag that woman out instead!" She rushed madly to the bed,attempting to pull out Victoria. Victoria gave a short scream of terror and immediately pushed Ava to the floor off the high bed and rushed to Ethan,who caught her,cradling her protectively in his arms. Ava fell to the floor on her back,her waist hit the side table and a sharp pain shot up her abdomen. 'Shit my baby!' Ava clutched her stomach and gasped loudly as pain racked through her. "Get her out of my house now!,I do not want to see her face" Ethan yelled at the reluctant guard who immediately sprang into action and roughly dragged Ava outside. Ava was panting with the pain and when the guard unceremoniously dropped her in front of the house,she called for her driver immediately. "Andrew...to the hospital,quick" groaning from the pain,she laid limply against the car as the driver immediately helped her into the car and hurrying to start the engine. 'God please,I hope my baby is okay' Ava prayed silently as sweat rolled down her temples and pain surges through her, but it was not like the burning ache in her heart. Her eyes stung as tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. She sobbed loudly ,not caring about her image,Andrew was distressed and worried. "Ma'am, please don't cry everything will be ok..oh my God!!" Andrew yelled suddenly as a car suddenly crossed out in front of theirs from a side road. He swerved sharply to avoid colliding with the car and after screeching and spinning dangerously, it veered into a tree at the side of the road. A deafening silence ensued. In the car ,Ava lay unconscious,her head on the headrest in front of her. A patch of bright red slowly spread on her white dress,a trickle ran down her legs, staining the seat she sat on.The front door slammed with enough force to rattle the crystal vase on the entryway table. A petal detached from one of the dying roses Ava had arranged three days ago and floated to the marble floor. Ethan brushed past Victoria and Phoebe who stood stunned in the living room and charged upstairs ignoring his mother's attempt to stop him. His leather shoes pounded the curved staircase, each step heavier than the last, until he reached the second floor. The bedroom door, Ava's bedroom door, banged against the wall. The framed wedding photo on the nightstand wobbled, then fell face down with a soft thud. He picked it up to stare at the radiantly smiling face of the woman, happy as she took a vow to love him forever. The same Ava who had just walked out of his life without a backward glance, divorce papers signed with a practiced flourish, her signature as elegant and composed as she had appeared throughout the proceedings. He dropped the framed photo with a slam back on the tab
"Welcome home, Ava," David called, his voice carrying across the driveway. He descended the steps with surprising agility for a man in his seventies, making his way directly to her. Up close, the resemblance was undeniable. They shared the same high cheekbones, the same determined set of the jaw. Most strikingly, they had identical eyes, a beautiful shade of green with flecks of gold. "Mr. Cardwell," she began, extending her hand formally, her nervousness showing in her voice. "David, please. Or Grandfather, if you're comfortable with that." He ignored her outstretched hand and instead pulled her into a gentle embrace. "You look so much like Eleanor," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. When he released her, Ava saw moisture in his eyes. He composed himself quickly, gesturing to the people waiting on the steps. "Allow me to introduce some of the household staff. This is Mrs.
"Yes, yes, I'd send the private jet to you right now." David Cardwell's deep voice cracked mid-sentence as he clutched the receiver so tightly his knuckles whitened. A single drop of sweat rolled down his temple despite the room's arctic air conditioning.She had reached out.His granddaughter had reached out.The photograph on his desk of Eleanor as a teenager, all sunshine smiles and windswept hair, seemed to glow in the afternoon light. When the investigator had first delivered the news that Eleanor had survived the accident and even had a child, David's chest had swelled with a hope he hadn't felt in decades. But that hope withered when the next words came: Eleanor herself was already gone, buried in a cemetery across the country without him ever knowing.His precious baby. Gone. Not even a chance to brush his fingers against her cheek one last time or whisper goodbye.But she had left something behind. Someone. Ava.David's hand trembled as he pressed the receiver closer, drink
# The Return Ava heard Ethan call out her name, but she didn't look back. Her heart clenched in pain as she walked toward the main gates, struggling to hold back tears. 'I must not cry! They are not worth it!' she thought to herself as she marched on. Ethan had sounded so distraught that she almost ran back into his arms, but she had had enough. She wasn't going back, not this time. Five years of broken promises and quiet disappointments had finally crystallized into resolve. She reached into her purse and took out her cell phone to hail a taxi. When it arrived, she boarded and took one last look at the place she had called home for five years, letting out a long sigh. The colonial-style house with its perfect lawn and manicured hedges had once represented everything she thought she wanted: stability, security, belonging. Now it felt like a beautiful prison she was finally escaping. "Take me to Oakwood Cemetery, please," she told the driver, her voice steadier than she expected
Victoria's nails dug crescents into her palm as Ethan's taillights winked out of sight. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth -she'd been biting the inside of her cheek without realizing. She forced her facial muscles into what she hoped resembled a smile as Phoebe held the car door open for her.The leather seat squeaked beneath her trembling body. Her gaze fixed on the spot where Ethan's car had disappeared, following Ava of all people. The same Ava she had claimed had tried to have her kidnapped. The same Ava who should be beneath contempt in his eyes.Three years ago flashed before her eyes. The fake rope burns on her wrists. The blindfold. Ethan bursting through the door, his face contorted with fury. Yet even then, even after hearing that Ava had orchestrated, he'd hesitated. "Grandfather wouldn't allow it," he'd said, when she'd suggested divorce.But Grandfather was cold in the ground now. What was Ethan's excuse?Ice crystallized in her veins. An image surfaced: Eth
The sun beat down hot and bright, clouds absent in the wide expanse of blue. 'Not quite the weather for a funeral' Ava thought, tugging at her black lace gloves and stared absentmindedly in front of her, she say primly, the bench hard under her as she listened to the priest. "We gather here today to celebrate the memory of our beloved brother, Kenneth Alvin McQueen" In the silence that reigned in the cathedral, the priest voice droned on, seeming to echo from off the high ceilings. Kenneth had died from complications on the final surgery for his cancer at seventy one years. Kenneth, the person who had pushed for her marriage to Ethan. Kenneth, the one person who had patted her back when she cried secretly. Kenneth, the one person whose gaze she didn't want to disappoint. Taking a deep breath, her heart aching but her eyes and mouth were surprisingly dry. She was seated by herself among the well wishers, while Victoria say with Ethan and the rest of the family in the pew res
Arriving at the McQueen mansion, Ava turned to look at the man beside her,he really looked like an angel."Did that person send you?" She asked removing her seatbelt "Convey my thanks to him" she opened the car door and stepped out without waiting for his answer."When will you return?" Dean asked, his words stopping her mid-stride."Soon" Ava replied, so softly it could have been the wind before continuing into the house.She could hear voices before she entered the living room."She's always been like this, pulling stunts to get cheap attention for herself, she should be locked away in a facility and stop embarrassing my son" Phoebe's peculiar shrill voice carried from the room.Ava walked in and saw Victoria sitting near Phoebe on a sofa,her hands cradling a teacup, her shoulders hunched, she had returned first without Ethan it seems."I don't think she did it on purpose" Victoria said weakly " The
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 someo
ETHAN STOOD TRANSFIXED to the spot was he tried to register the words he had just heard from the woman in front of him.She was small, her copper curls wrapped up completely in a bandage, her blue eyes was dark with rage, her face was pale and she looked like she fall over any minute.‘Motherf*cker? Divorce? Before that why does she look so bad?’ He had received the report of her accident and hearing her driver sound somewhat okay had assumed her injuries were so-so.He had wanted to go visit her, but Victoria had requested his help with setting up the exhibition and she looked so harried he had no choice but to stay behind and sort things out as this event was very important to him.When Ava’s driver had called again, Victoria had urged him to go.“Please leave, I can handle the remainder by myself, if the madam knew you didn’t go because of me…I’m afraid she…” Victoria trembled in fear, seeing her so scared, he had hardened his heart and decided to stay back.“Just take her to the h