Chapter Four

Ava's POV

A suffocating pang shot through my chest and I exhaled sharply, hoping to relieve the tightness building up in my chest. However, the discomfort gnawed at me, dragging me deeper into its cold embrace.

I attempted to get out of the hospital bed, but I barely managed to push myself up before the room door swung open, revealing Freya. A mixture of concern and confusion clouded her features as she stared at me for a few seconds before rushing toward me.

“What the hell happened, Ava? Why are you in the hospital and what was that you mentioned about divorce?” She asked with a heavy voice of concern.

A sudden urge to cry rose in my chest, but I clenched my jaw and forced it down. I couldn’t afford to break now, especially not in front of Freya. My heart sank as I stared at her worried expression.

“Just drive me home, Freya. I will explain things to you later.” I whispered, a sad smile stretching on my lips.

“You don’t look fine, Ava. I think you should stay here until you get better.” Freya countered, her expression filled with worry.

I shook my head, forcing a smile. “I will be fine, please. Just take me home and you can return to work, please.”

It was obvious Freya was at work when she received my call because she was still dressed in corporate clothes. And I didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer. I needed to sign the divorce papers before Williams changed his mind and made me into a blood bank for his first love.

“Is this about Williams?” Freya suddenly asked, snapping me out of my spiral of thoughts.

“No.” The lie left my lips before I could stop it.

I didn’t mean to lie to my best friend, but I wasn’t ready to talk about what I was going through with her now. Some things can’t be said so easily. How was I supposed to tell her that I had just miscarried a pregnancy I never knew I had? That I had just donated my blood to William’s mistress? The thought of it alone made my heart pulsate as if it were being stabbed over and over again. I clenched my fist against the pain I was feeling.

Freya is so hot-tempered, and if she knew about what Williams had just done, she’d lose it, and I wouldn’t be able to stop her from unleashing hell.

Freya sighed, clearly not believing my word. My heart pounded against my chest as I silently prayed that she wouldn’t push further and force me to spill my humiliating situation.

“There is something you are not telling me, Ava. Trust me, I will find out, but for now, I will pretend I believe your words.” Her gaze hardened, pinning me in place.

Freya never let things go easily; she never backed down until she had the truth. I was sure the truth would come to light very soon.

Five hours later.

During the drive to the place I had once called home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the incident that had led to me losing my child. I stared out the window as Freya drove in silence, her hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.

The doctor had said that I could leave when Freya asked if I was fit to. It was still heartbreaking that Williams hadn’t called to ask if I was okay. He was too occupied staying with his mistress even when I was in this situation because of her. He simply didn’t care about me.

The car came to a stop in front of the mansion and I let out a sigh before stepping out of the car.

“You should call me if anything comes up, Ava,” Freya muttered through clenched teeth. She was furious and it would even get worse if she found out everything.

She needed to return to work, so I nodded at her, smiling. “Thank you, Freya.”

My stomach twisted into knots as I stared at the mansion. Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the entrance. I had not expected to meet anyone in the house, since Williams was still in the hospital with his mistress. But when the door swung open, my breath caught in my throat at the sight in front of me.

Olivia Thompson.

My heart pounded in my chest with both anger and surprise as I didn’t expect to see her in my home. No, Williams’ home. Wasn’t she meant to be in the hospital?

She stood at the door, a cold smirk spreading across her face. Anger bubbled inside me as my face hardened. I forced down the urge to rip that smirk off her face. She was the real reason behind all of my suffering and what was even worse was that she didn’t look like someone who was sick or had just had a blood transfusion.

“Hi, Ava.” She said, her tone dripping with malice and sarcasm. “I am surprised you are still alive after being drained of your blood.”

My heart twisted painfully and tears pooled in the corner of my eyes. But I blinked them back. I refused to let her see me break, or give her the satisfaction of seeing me angry.

Staring closely at her now, I realised there was just a slight difference between us. I would have thought she was my twin sister if I didn’t know she was a famous model and I was just an orphan. I felt a sharp ache in my chest. It had only taken Williams a few hours to bring his mistress to our matrimonial home.

“I just need to get something in my room.” I steadied myself despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me.

I wasn't ready to have any conversation with her because I already knew it wouldn't end well. Olivia didn't look like someone who had good intentions.

She didn’t respond. She just stepped aside with an air of indifference. Without wasting any more time, I moved into the house and climbed up the stairs to my room. My heart raced in my chest as the thought of seeing Willimas crossed my mind.

I didn’t want to see him. I just wanted to sign the divorce papers and leave without any drama. I spotted the paper where I had left it last night. I grabbed it, my fingers tightening around the edges.

I picked up a pen on the table nearby, and scribbled my name on the space left for me to sign, beside William's signature. A tear slipped down my face and dropped on the paper, but I wiped it off immediately and dropped the divorce paper on my bed.

“You do know you are leaving with nothing except what you have on, right?” William's voice reached my ears.