MasukAva:I walked into the room first, trying to avoid doing anything awkward as Dante walked in a moment later.My lips pressed into a thin line, and I knew with certainty that there was no turning back anymore. I had been the one to invite him in myself; it wasn't even his suggestion to begin with.I heard footsteps from behind me as he shut the door and walked into the room.A deep breath escaped my lips, and I tried my best to do anything—anything at all—that didn't involve having to turn around and face him, because as much as I wanted to ignore it, I could feel his eyes on me even from behind.It didn't make me uncomfortable; it just made me very aware of the fact that it was just the two of us in here.When I finally turned around, my breath hitched, and I forced the urge to take a step back because of how intensifying his gaze on me was.“I…” My words trailed, and I shook my head to gather them back. “You can take the shower here; I'll take the one in Belle’s room.” I didn't even
Ava:When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, his forehead stayed pressed against mine.And I closed my eyes, savouring the moment, letting myself just relax as I felt the walls I had wrapped around my heart slowly cracked. Little by little.I wanted him, I really did. But I was scared of what would happen if I let him in.It wasn't that easy considering our history.And it also wasn't easy considering the fact that even though he had wanted me from the beginning, Ivy had wanted him.The guilt was too much to ignore. I had spent years walking in them. His fingers gently brushed my arms, pulling my thoughts back to the present.“Ava,” he murmured, my name sounding rough in his throat.I kept my eyes closed, afraid that if I opened them, reality would come crashing back in. “Don't. Don't say anything.”Maybe if we didn't dwell on what just happened and act like it didn't happen, then I would feel less guilty of the situation.I… I insanely wanted him but at the same time
Ava:I let out a sigh, brushing my fingers through my hair and letting the silence settle between us before I finally spoke out, “She came here to talk about my father.”Dante's eyes narrowed slightly but his expression went back to normal immediately, “What about him?”“She said he went to see you.” I watched his face carefully, looking for any reaction at all that would give anything away, but there was nothing. “That he's planning something.”His brows furrowed tightly. “He did.”“And?” I pressed, subconsciously taking a step closer. “What did he want? Or what did he say?”Dante was quiet for a moment, not staring away from me at all. “He wanted me to take Belle from you.”The air left my lungs in a rush. Even though I'd suspected, hearing it confirmed made my stomach drop.My father was a intent on pulling every single card he had in order to take Belle from me.“He what?”He had no right to do that, but what was I expecting anyway? He wants seeing her as a child, or my child for
Ava:I shook my head. “I'm not doing this with you.”Without another word, I marched to the door and pulled it open, just enough to make my intention painfully clear.“Look, I'm very tired at the moment, and I need to rest.”I didn’t need to spell it out. She knew what I meant.She always knew when she was being dismissed and when she’d pushed too far, crossed a line, or walked straight into a wound she pretended she couldn’t see.Her lips parted, a soft gasp slipping out before she quickly closed her mouth again.Her eyes flickered toward my bedroom hallway, toward Belle’s room, then back at me. A thousand arguments seemed to rise and die on her tongue all at once.“Ava…” she tried again gently, “please don’t shut me out. I’m trying to—”“No.” My voice wasn’t raised, but it felt heavy. “You’re trying to do what he wants. And I’m too tired today to let you drag me into that.”Her shoulders sagged. For a moment, she looked older, not physically but emotionally, like years of silent bat
Ava:My head snapped toward the sound, and I saw her standing near a food cart, tears streaming down her face, her little shoulders shaking.“Belle!” I ran, pushing through people without caring who I bumped into.She saw me and her face crumpled completely. “Mommy!”I dropped to my knees and pulled her into my arms so hard I probably squeezed the air out of her lungs. But I didn't care. I couldn't let go.“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” She sobbed into my shoulder. “I saw the balloon and I wanted to catch it and then I couldn't find you and—”“Shh, baby, it's okay. It's okay.” My own tears were falling. “You're okay. I've got you.”“I was scared when I looked around but couldn't find you two anymore,” she whimpered.“I know. I know you were. But you're safe now.” I pulled back just enough to check her over, there were no scratches, no bruises, just tear-stained cheeks and trembling hands. “You're safe.”Cecily appeared beside us, looking pale. “Oh thank God.” She crouched down too
Ava:“Belle, where are you? It’s time to leave!”“I’m coming, Mommy!” She shouted back from her room. “Let me just grab my shoe! It rolled under my bed, and I couldn't reach it! Just give me a moment. I'm almost there, almost! Nooo.”“Are you alright?” I asked, grabbing my things and stepping out of my room.“Oh, Mummy. My fingers pushed the shoe away instead of reaching for it.”I sighed, smoothing down my blouse as I walked down the hallway. She’d been buzzing with excitement since Monday and counting down every day because I told her we’d spend the weekend at the amusement park.She circled every ride she wanted and even practiced standing tall so she’d be “over the little height line.”I wanted this for her. A full weekend where nothing existed except rides and ice cream. I just wanted a day with no anxiety tightening in my chest whenever the phone rang.Just us.It’s been two days since Dante and I had the conversation. And ever since then, he usually came to pick Liam up while h







