AVA'S POV
I couldn't believe what I had just heard, Laura's words echoed in my ears like a thunderclap. I could feel my chest growing so tight that it became difficult for me to breathe. “You left me and married him, claiming he was the love of your life, so right now I don't care if you got divorced because of me or not.” Jason retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. Every word felt like a needle piercing my heart. “I was young and confused Jason. I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you back then. I thought I loved him but I never did, it was after I married him that I realized I left gold for bronze.” She added, “Jason, it's you my heart beats for.” Laura sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. I was breathless, eager to know how Jason would react to the pitiful Laura in front of him, but I was also afraid that his answer would make me a complete loser in our marriage. “It's too late Laura, I'm married.” Jason declared. I watched in a daze, hoping for something. I wanted to see Jason break free from Laura’s grip and tell her that he had nothing to do with her anymore. If that happened then our marriage could still have a chance of survival. Laura's voice trembled as she asked the question that haunted me. “Do you love her?” Her eyes searched Jason's for a definitive answer. My heart ceased to beat. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer. From dating to marriage, Jason has been considerate to me in every way, but I have never heard him say he loves me. I thought those three words "I love you" were not that important, and our marriage was still happy without them. But now, I have never been so eager to hear a positive answer from him. “Whether I love her or not has nothing to do with you.” He evaded a direct answer. It was hard for me to judge whether this answer was good or bad for me. I felt a bitterness in my heart and had to open my mouth to keep breathing. Laura pressed on, her voice tinged with desperation. “Do you still love me? Please tell me the truth.” The silence that followed was deafening. Jason's reluctance to answer spoke volumes, leaving me stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening. My cold palms were sweating and black spots began to appear in my vision. I couldn't stand steadily. It felt like I was stepping into a quagmire and was about to lose my balance. In that moment of tense silence, I stumbled back, losing my footing for a brief moment and making a small sound unintentionally drawing their attention. “Who's there?” Jason stood and rushed over to the door. I turned and fled, tears blurring my vision. My steps stumbled, but I tried my best to keep my balance and kept running forward. “Ava please wait.” He pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. I ran as fast as I could trying to escape but my legs failed me. His long legs caught up to me and he grabbed my hand, pinning me to a wall. My eyes were drenched with tears as I struggled. “Get your filthy hands off me, Jason.” “Ava please it's not what you think. Let's go home first, I'll explain everything.” Jason pleaded. I used the back of my hands to wipe the tears off my face glaring at him intensely. “What do you want to explain Jason? The fact that you can't answer a simple question of whether you love me or not or the fact that I saw another woman in your arms, the same woman you gave my position to and went on a date with on our anniversary?” “If you didn't love me, why then did you marry me?” I blurted out, my eyes all red and puffy. “We've been married for three years.” he continued trying to reassure me. “Please believe me.” I wanted to believe him, to trust that our marriage could withstand this storm, even though I didn't hear him say that affirmative word. So I nodded reluctantly, giving him a chance to explain. But just as a flicker of hope ignited within me, Jason's phone buzzed. I kept praying in my heart that this message was not sent by Laura. But when Jason's phone lit up, I felt my throat close up. Laura had sent him a picture message showing her injured wrist. Panic flashed across Jason's face and he turned to leave without hesitation. I stopped him, my voice sharp with hurt and frustration. “Where are you going? Aren't you coming home with me to explain?” I demanded, and my heart sank with each passing second. “It's an emergency. Laura hurt herself, she is bleeding profusely.” I snatched his phone and glanced at the photo. The wound on Laura's wrist was very shallow, avoiding the artery. It posed no real danger at all, it was clearly a ploy for attention and sympathy. “Babe why don't you head home first, once I check on her I will come home and explain everything to you.”His words were full of urgency. He loved her so much that he couldn't bear to let her get hurt in any way. Once again, he was going to leave me for her. Somehow, I wanted to take a gamble. I wanted to take a gamble on whether this marriage was still worth my nostalgia, and whether this man was still worth my deep love. “If you go to her, I won't listen to a word you say ever again.” I threatened. “Ava, when did you become cold-hearted?” He stared at me like I was the villain. His questioning look hurt me like an icy blade. “Can't you see that the wound is shallow, she is trying to gain your attention and you are falling for her petty tricks. I didn't know you to be this easily deceived Jason.” I yelled, clenching my fist tightly. “Don't be heartless.” After giving me a reproachful look, he rushed away, leaving me standing alone with my shattered heart. A sudden jolt of electricity coursed through my veins leaving me momentarily stunned as I watched him walk away. My mind is swirling with doubts about our marriage. My head ached as different questions popped into it. Why does Laura have this much effect on him? Could it be that he's in love with her? As I stood there the weight of uncertainty crushed me. I realized that with Laura around, my happiness with Jason was at stake. With a baby on the way, I faced an impossible choice whether to fight for our fractured love or prepare myself for a future alone. I realized my choice would affect not just my future but the future of my unborn child which Jason is yet to know of. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I wondered if our love could survive the storm that is threatening to tear us apart. If our marriage is unhappy, should I still give birth to this baby?AVA’S POV The café wasn’t busy, just a few quiet souls scattered across small tables sipping coffee or staring into their phones. The place had a warm smell — cinnamon and brewed espresso — the kind that usually calmed my nerves. I paused by the entrance, eyes scanning the room until I saw someone wave. I took a few steps forward and my chest tightened a bit. It was Cindy. She looked flawless, like always. Sleek ponytail, soft makeup, and expensive clothes. I managed a small smile and walked over. “Hey,” I greeted as I pulled out the chair opposite her. Her smile was wide, but I couldn’t tell if it was friendly or forced. “Ava, wow. You look… amazing. Seriously, what are you wearing? You look like a Vogue model.” I laughed softly. “Thanks. Just threw something on.” That was a lie, of course. I’d changed twice before leaving the house. I just felt like looking extra good today. She leaned in a little. “I know you’re probably surprised I called. But remember that time I s
AVA'S POV After the whole flower drama and Cindy’s unexpected call, I found myself craving a different kind of conversation — something that didn’t involve confusing men or hidden intentions. So, I turned to Sally, hoping to lighten the mood, or at least change it. “So…” I said, turning in my chair to face her. “How are things going between you and Jace?” She raised her eyebrows, caught off guard. “Jace?” I nodded, smirking a little. “Yes. Jace. The guy who flew you all the way to Switzerland for a vacation and still hasn’t made things official.” She sighed, walked over to the couch, and dropped down like she’d been holding that breath for days. “Honestly? I don’t even know,” she muttered, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. “It’s like… we’re close, but not close enough. I mean, he treats me like a queen — flights, gifts, surprise lunch dates. But he still hasn’t said anything clear.” I frowned. “You mean he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend?” “Exactly,” she said,
AVA'S POV Days had passed since Julian was buried. The day I heard the news still felt a little blurry. I was caught off guard at the kids’ birthday party when Michael told me he had committed suicide in his cell. It had hit me like a splash of cold water, but that was all. Just shock. There were no tears, no ache, and that said a lot. We were never close, Julian and I. Even before everything — the lies, the kidnapping, the fear — there had always been this distance between us. I don’t know if he ever really saw me as family. Maybe he did at one point. Or maybe I just wanted to believe that. Either way, after the initial news wore off, I didn’t feel much afterwards. Life moved on. Work didn’t stop. The kids needed me. My thoughts were too crowded with other things — with Jason, with Michael, with Alex… God. It was like my heart had become some kind of messy intersection, and everyone wanted to drive through at once. That morning, I sat in my office, scrolling through some new
JASON’S POVI knew Ava. Maybe not like I used to, not the way I did when we were married, but I still knew her heart.Three years of marriage don’t just disappear from your memory. You don’t forget the way someone breathes when they’re anxious, or how they fake a smile when everything’s falling apart. I knew how soft she was, how deeply she felt things even when she pretended not to. So when she said she wanted to be alone after hearing about Julian’s death… I understood.Even after everything he’d done to her — after the damage, the pain, the years of trauma he left behind — he was still her uncle. Still her blood. And now… she had no one. No more family. No roots left to hold on to.I watched her walk into the house quietly, her arms wrapped tightly around herself like she was holding in a scream. She didn’t cry. Didn’t say a word. She just faded inside the house like a shadow slipping out of the sun.Sally didn’t say anything. She just looked at me for a moment, her eyes soft with
JASON'S POV I stood there like an idiot, juice box still in my hand, fingers squeezing it tight. My jaw clenched. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. I looked away fast, like if I blinked hard enough, I could unsee it. My chest felt tight. I turned and walked back toward the backyard, slow but steady, like nothing had happened. But inside? I was boiling. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Anger? Jealousy? Regret? Maybe all of it. All I knew was that something inside me cracked. The party kept going around me – kids laughing, balloons bobbing in the wind, music playing low from a speaker someone had shoved near the porch. But I wasn’t there anymore. Not really. My mind was spinning somewhere else entirely. I found myself near the bouncy castle, not sure how I ended up there. The kids were still full of energy, bouncing, screaming, and giggling like they’d just had candy injected straight into their veins. Emma and Mason were with a few of their
JASON’S POV It’s been weeks since that day. The one with the sirens, the gunshots, the screaming. The day we thought we’d lost the kids for good. Emma and Mason made it out alive, thank God. But what happened to them… you don’t just bounce back from that even some grown-ups would struggle with it let alone kids. I’ve been showing up every few days to check in, see them, maybe bring a toy or two. Ava’s always polite, even when she’s tired. Which is often. She’s been doing everything she can to help the kids feel safe again. New routines, hugs, keeping them close. Sometimes when I visit, I see their drawings taped to the fridge – sunshine, stick figures, a dog that looks more like a potato. It’s all bright and cheerful, but you can still feel the heaviness in the air. Today’s a little different though. It’s their birthday. Turns out both of them were born on the same date, just a year apart. Weird, right? Ava’s throwing a party in her backyard – nothing too crazy. Just the k