AVA'S POV I had just settled back at my desk, finally feeling like I could breathe after Kelly left. I opened my laptop and was halfway through replying to an important email when my phone rang. It was Jason. My heart sank a little. I didn’t want to deal with him right now. Not with everything still hanging between us, especially from that night. But I answered anyway. “Hello?” “Ava,” his voice came fast, rushed. “Mason’s school just called. There’s been a situation.” I sat up straighter. “What kind of situation?” “He pushed a classmate hard. The boy got injured – nothing life-threatening, but his teacher said it was serious enough to call both parents.” I blinked, trying to process what I was hearing. “What? I thought… I thought he changed. After everything with Emma…” “I thought so too,” Jason said, his voice tense. “But I’m not far from your office. I was in the area. I’ll swing by now and pick you up. We can go together. Is that fine by you?” For a second, I he
AVA'S POV After lunch, Mike insisted on walking me to my car. He even held the restaurant door open like we were in some black-and-white movie. I smiled, "Thank you,” I said softly. Not just for the gesture, but for coming out to meet me despite his busy schedule. He gave me a small nod, walking beside me as we headed to the parking lot. “I’ll wait till you drive off,” he said. I smiled, even though my thoughts were far from light. “You don’t have to.” “I know,” he said simply. “But I want to.” That made me pause for a second. I looked at him again – not as a cop, not as someone with information – but just as a kind man. I got in my car, waved once before driving off, and watched him in my rearview mirror. He stayed standing there, hands in his pockets, until I turned the corner and he disappeared from sight. I exhaled deeply. I shook my head as I pulled into the company’s underground parking garage. I needed to reset. Think straight. Focus on what mattered. The sec
AVA’S POV I dumped everything out of my bag onto the office couch – my purse, a half-eaten granola bar, two lipsticks, receipts, hand lotion… but no wallet. I blinked, still crouched beside the couch. “No, no, no,” I whispered to myself, picking through the pile one more time like it would magically appear. “I swear I put it in here.” My heart started racing. I opened every zipper, flipped the bag upside down, and even checked my blazer pockets. Nothing. “Think, Ava,” I muttered. “You had it last night. You put it in the bag, right?” But did I? I paused, rubbing my forehead. Maybe I was so distracted after Jason and Alex left that I only thought I’d put it in my bag. Or maybe… I dropped it at home. On the stairs? In the kitchen? It had to be somewhere. I’ll look for it later. I told myself that three times, but it didn’t calm the sinking feeling in my gut. Right now, I had somewhere to be. I checked my watch. Time was running faster than I liked. I had to meet up with
AVA'S POV The office was quieter than usual after the client left. I closed the door gently behind me and exhaled. The meeting had gone well, but my head was still heavy from last night. I walked to my desk and sat down, resting my elbows on the armrest and staring at nothing for a moment. Julian. The wallet was still in my bag, zipped away like some secret I didn’t want to deal with yet. I rubbed my temples and leaned back. Then I remembered Officer Mike. I had told myself I’d ask him about Laura’s early release. Even if she was already gone, flown out of the country, it still didn’t sit right with me. Something about the whole thing felt… too easy. Too fast. I picked up my phone and searched for his number – the one he gave me the night I was robbed. I hadn’t found a reason to use it until now. I hesitated for a second, then pressed the call button. It didn’t even ring twice. “Ms. Ava?” his deep, sexy voice echoed in my ears. His voice always sounded much older tha
AVA'S POV Jason’s eyes stayed fixed on the wallet in his hand. His fingers brushed over the cracked leather like it was some kind of clue, something to decode. I saw the way his jaw tensed, how his brows pulled together. “Whose is this?” he asked again, voice low. I didn’t answer right away. I was tired. Too tired for this kind of questioning. My head already felt full — Julian’s visit, the check, the fake smile I’d been wearing all evening. And now this. I crossed my arms and looked straight at him. “What right do you have to question me like that?” I said, sharper than I intended. “You don’t live here. You’re not my husband.” Jason blinked, clearly thrown off by my tone. “I...I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying… I only know of two men you’re close to — me and Alex. I didn’t know there was someone else.” “There isn’t,” I snapped. “Then whose..." “Jason,” I cut in. “Are you monitoring me now? Do you expect to know everything? Every man I speak to? What next? You
AVA'S POV Emma went back upstairs, probably to go and check on Mason. Even though Julian had been gone for a couple of minutes now, his smell still lingered — cheap cologne mixed with stale cigarettes and something else I couldn’t place. Something rotten. I couldn’t stand it. I needed it gone. I stood up and called out, “Rose?” She stepped out from the hallway, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Yes, ma’am?” “Can you bring the air freshener?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “He left a stench behind, and I want it gone.” Rose didn’t ask who ‘he’ was. She didn’t need to — she already knew. She just gave me that look — the kind people give when they know better than to say anything — then nodded, walked away, grabbed it, and sprayed it everywhere Julian had passed before heading back to the kitchen. I leaned against the door, letting my eyes close for a second. That’s when the bell rang again. I sighed, thinking maybe Julian had come back. My heart tightened. Bu
AVA'S POV I still didn’t move. My feet were frozen to the marble floor beneath me, and all the warmth in my body drained out like someone had opened a door in winter. For a second, I thought maybe I was imagining him. That the stress, the endless calls, the video of Laura – maybe it was all catching up to me. But no. He was real. Standing right there on my doorstep. Julian Taylor. My uncle. The last person I ever expected or wanted to see. “I figured you’d be surprised,” he continued, adjusting the sleeves of his faded coat. The smell hit me next – alcohol, sweat, and stale cigarettes. He looked thinner than I remembered, his cheeks sunken, his hair grayer, but his eyes still held that same glint. That look he always gave right before he said something cruel. “What are you doing here?” I finally asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My hand tightened around the doorframe. He raised his eyebrows, like I’d just insulted him. “That’s how you greet your only family?” I
AVA'S POVI stared at the video again. It was short – barely thirty seconds. Just long enough to show Laura stepping through the airport terminal, dragging a small suitcase behind her, wearing sunglasses too big for her face, and that same fake calm she always put on when she was trying not to fall apart. The timestamp on the footage said 2:06 PM. Jason had texted me: "She left earlier than planned. She’s gone.” Then sent the clip. I didn’t believe it at first. Not because I didn’t think Laura would run – she was a coward when she had nothing left to manipulate, but because I didn’t think Jason would actually follow through. I’d heard this before while we were married. He’d told me he was done with her. Promised he’d cut her off, swore it was over. And every time, she called, he crawled right back to her. But a part of me had already started to wonder… maybe this time was different. I remembered the call from the afternoon before. His name had popped up on my screen, une
LAURA'S POV The second Jason and Alex walked out that damn door, I sat up straight. No more weak sobbing. No more trembling hands. I threw the blanket off me like it was choking me and removed the sling from my arm. My body wasn’t sore. There was no injury. Not a scratch. Because there had never been an accident. I faked the whole damn thing. And for what? I looked around the hospital room, my chest heaving. The air felt too thick. Too clean. I hated it. They left me. Just like that. Like I was nothing. Like I hadn’t spent years trying to become Mrs. Campbell. But Jason? Jason humiliated me. Tossed me aside like garbage. And that girl, Ava — oh, I bet she’s somewhere laughing right now. Smug and satisfied like she finally won. She's finally getting rid of me. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I screamed and grabbed the metal tray off the side table. Hurled it across the room. It slammed against the wall with a loud crash and clattered to the floor. The glass of water? Gon