Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please

Ava's POV Liar. He said he would be back soon, but he left me waiting all night. I dragged myself to Campbell Group where I work. The company is owned by Jason’s family, and Jason is the CEO and my boss. Sally Parker, my best friend and colleague, greeted me with concern the moment I walked into my office. “Ava, are you okay? You don’t look well.” Forcing a smile, I nodded. “I’m fine, just tired.” She looked at me skeptical but decided not to press further. “Well, you’ll be pleased to hear that today they’re announcing the new design director. It has to be you, Ava. You’ve worked so hard for it. Congratulations in advance.” “Thanks, Sal. I appreciate your support.” I am somewhat calm because I knew the position would be mine. Jason had assured me and I was ready to take on the responsibilities of the design director. I noticed everyone's phone buzzing with a new notification including mine. “I know it must be the appointment notification.” Sally hurriedly checked her

AVA'S POV The house was quiet as I slowly woke up, the soft hum of the morning light filtering through the curtains. I noticed the other side of the bed was empty and showed no signs of Jason coming in last night. I felt a pang of sadness within me as different wild thoughts ran through my head. The silence of the atmosphere was interrupted by a burst of laughter. I frowned, as I slipped out of bed and followed the sound, the laughter grew louder and mingled with the clinking of dishes. Pushing open the kitchen door I met a scene that stung more than a slap. Jason and Laura were standing at the counter their movement in perfect harmony like they had practiced this routine a thousand times. Laura leaned closer to Jason her hands brushing his as they worked together. Jason, who always seemed so reserved, was laughing at something Laura said. His laughter was so rich and genuine, a sound I hadn't heard often. A pang of jealousy pierced my heart. "Good morning, Ava." Laur

AVA'S POV I regained consciousness in a hospital bed feeling dazed and confused. The room was well-lit, and the clean scent of disinfectant overwhelmed my senses, almost suffocating me. My pulse quickened as the accident flashed back into my memory, vivid and harsh. The baby was my first concern. Fear took hold of me as I touched my belly, dreading the worst. “Hey, easy there,” came a familiar voice breaking through my racing thoughts. It was Sally sitting beside my bed. Her presence gave me a bit of comfort, but I got more anxious when I remembered I hadn't told her about my pregnancy. The weight of keeping this secret felt like a big rock was stuck in my throat. She saw the fear in my eyes and helped me lie back down on the bed, putting her hand on my arm. “Don't worry. The baby is fine," she said in a calm and reassuring voice, but I could tell she was worried too. Her words brought me relief but also made me feel guilty. I hadn't planned to reveal my pregna

AVA'S POVI sank into the passenger seat, drained, as Sally drove me home from the hospital. The car was silent, just like I needed.Sally understood I didn’t have the energy for conversation. Every now and then, she’d put her hand over mine, her quiet support saying more than words could. She had helped me with the discharge papers, and while we hadn’t said much, just having her there with ms brought some comfort.I felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and a painful realization about how alone I had been and felt in my marriage since Laura came into my life. It was as if I’d been living with a stranger.Sally looked over at me, her eyes warm and soft. “Ava, you know I’m here if you need anything. Just call, any time.”I managed a weak smile, though it probably looked more like a grimace. “Thanks, Sal. I'll be fine. You’ve done so much already. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”She nodded, though her eyes showed she wasn’t convinced.As we reached the gate, she pulled me in f

AVA'S POVA few hours later, we were lying in bed, wrapped in the quiet of the night. I had my back to him, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and it almost felt like the old us.I let myself get lost in the familiarity of it—the feeling of being close to him again, as I tried to clear the numerous thoughts swirling in my mind about what my decision would be. Should I forgive him and give him another chance? Or should I give up on us?I was still in love with him, I admit. He was my first love and the man who took my virginity, so no matter how much he had hurt me, I just couldn’t stop loving him. But I also couldn’t tolerate being disrespected constantly because of him and Laura. But then, in the silence, I heard it—the soft buzz of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. At first, I tried to ignore it. Phones ring all the time, and it might just be a random call, not Laura. I even tried to convince myself that it wasn’t anything important and that I shouldn't