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CHAPTER 66 “The Name on My Tongue”
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The Man I Was Meant to Hate CHAPTER 66 “The Name on My Tongue”
Ava's Point Of ViewMorning comes soft, like it’s trying not to scare me away.Light slides across the wall and rests on the edge of the bed. I lie there for a moment, listening. No sirens. No shouting. Just the quiet breath beside me. Liam sleeps on his back, one arm thrown above his head, hair a mess. He looks younger like this. Less guarded. Like a man who hasn’t had to calculate exits in his head.I turn onto my side and watch him. I try to hold the feeling without questioning it. Peace is still strange. It feels borrowed, like something I’ll have to give back if I get too comfortable.My phone sits on the nightstand. Face down. Silent. I leave it there.I slip out of bed and pull on a sweater. The floor is cold. The house creaks the way old houses do, like it’s waking up with me. I move to the kitchen and start the kettle. The sound of water fills the space, steady and grounding.Identity is a strange thing. You don’t notice it until it shifts. Until it cracks. Until it asks you
The Man I Was Meant to Hate CHAPTER 65 — “What Love Looks Like”
Liam's Point Of ViewThe sun of the morning is pouring in and illuminating the wood floors. Ava sits on top of the kitchen table with half-drunk coffee that makes her hands warm. She gazes into my face, with such tender eyes, and hair which still smells of last night's rain. There's no chaos here. No courtrooms. No sirens. It seems for a minute that the world has been reduced to us, to only this silence.I take a slow step toward her, careful not to crowd her. I learned a long time ago that supporting her doesn’t mean taking control. She never required a hero in any of the senses that others have; it has always been just to be next to her, shoulder to shoulder, and allow her to drive as she takes the strain next to her.“You look tired,” I say softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.A little smile on the corner of her mouth and a shrug. "I am. But it's worth it." She looks into my eyes. Did you keep up all night worrying, did you?I snort a laugh, shake my head. "Yeah, I
The Man I Was Meant to Hate CHAPTER 64 — “The Civil Suit”
Ava's POVThe courtroom seemed to be made of fine wood and curdy coffee. I entered, with an attempt to be cool, although I experienced this heavy pressure in my chest. The walls at walls were again affixed with cameras. Journalists talked quietly in the corners, typing at a super-rapid rate. It seemed to me that these eyes were on me even before the judge walked in. When we sat down, Liam took his hand. His squeeze was pleasant and caused me to feel sold. I closed my eyes for a moment and made myself steady by his presence. He leaned in and said, “Are you ready?” I nodded when my stomach was all twisted. “As I’ll ever be.” On the other side of the Hart estate were the lawyers of the estate, in suits made of knives and eyes that cut deeper. Their smiling were too artificial and too exact. This isn’t about money. It is all about power, intimidation, and taking me back to the life I attempted to escape. The judge cleared his throat and stated, Miss Montgomery, you are here toda
The Man I Was Meant to Hate CHAPTER 63 — “Protective Instincts”
Liam's Point Of View It is so quiet in the city now, but there is much noise in my head. I am only walking around this little apartment where we are living, gripping Ava by the drive, as though it were a weapon or a lifebuoy. I cannot bring myself to quit thinking about all the possibilities in my head - what will happen if Mara disappears forever?What would happen in case a person were able to crack the drive and trace it to Ava?But what will happen when everything we have been fighting to get is ruined, and I am too slow to prevent it?I am trembling in my hands, and my jaw aches. I had never wished so much for this fear before regarding that river day, when I barely prevented her from being lost in the current.Ava is sitting up against the couch, with all of her knees squished and one hand holding a mug, and the other tapping the edge. She is not uttering a sound, but only letting me spin, as she is aware I must empty the whole contents before I can draw a breath.I drop the dr
The Man I Was Meant to Hate CHAPTER 62 — “The Price of Truth”
Ava's POVI do not inform Liam about my intentions. It is the first lie I have done in weeks, and it seems like a ton of a burden in my chest when I slam the door. The house is super quiet. All around the floor, all over, like it should be morning light. I nearly simply do nothing, like being safe rather than knowing what is real. But still, the words of the woman from last night keep bouncing back in my head. I'll talk to her. Just her. Solo. So I step out. She reports that the cafe is small and nearly empty. It reeks of burnt coffee and wood. No cameras that I can spot. No guards. Only a few individuals crouched over the laptops, pretending that the world was normal. She's already there. She is sitting in front of the window, with her straight back, and her hands around an untouched cup. She has a more aged appearance than she had yesterday across the street. Super tired. As though he has not slept in years and is not likely to resume. The moment I approach, she lifts her
The Man I Was Meant to Hate CHAPTER 61 — “The Woman Who Stayed”
Liam's POVAnd somebody has just reminded me why. The woman does not even stir when Ava sees her. She is standing in the middle of the street as she always was, merely a part of the morning traffic, open cafe door, and that odour of burnt coffee. Her coat is plain, her hair is gathered in, she is not holding a phone, and she has no hurry in her eyes.Ava’s steps slow.I sense it even before she is going to say something. That tiny shift in her body. Her fingers squeeze me and then relax. She does not appear scared, and that is what frightens me.“Liam,” she whispers. “She’s been watching.”I follow Ava’s gaze. The woman looks directly at me without any compromise. No smile, no threat. Only a glance, as though she has already made her mind up and now is waiting till the world catches up.All instincts declare: get in front of Ava. End this now. We swore to ourselves normal. Coffee. A walk. Quiet.Normal never lasts.“Do you know her?” I ask.Ava shakes her head. “But she knows me.” T
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