All Chapters of Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

AVA’S POV I arrived at the hotel and it was ridiculous. In a good way. Like, over-the-top, velvet-everywhere, fountain-in-the-lobby kind of ridiculous. The kind of place that didn’t just want to impress you – it wanted to slap you in the face with money and say, this is how the other half lives. I’d been in luxury spaces before, obviously, but this one was on a different level. It was the kind of place you don’t just walk into – you glide, like you’re supposed to belong. A sharply dressed concierge met me the moment I walked in, addressed me by name, and immediately led me to the elevator without asking any questions. It was like she knew me already. No waiting, no nonsense. Just pure efficiency wrapped in gold trim. I took a quiet breath as the elevator rose. I don’t know why I was nervous. I shouldn’t have been. This was my world. This was what I did. I have met a lot of important people – she wasn't the first and she wouldn't be the last. Still… I guess something about bei

JASON’S POVI ended the call and tossed the phone on my desk. It landed with a loud thud. Steph and Ben stood there like statues like they were too scared to even blink. The room was thick with silence, and I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. “Steph, you can go,” I said, not even looking at her. She hesitated. “Uh… sir, my phone?” I looked down and realized I was still holding it. I picked it up from the desk and handed it to her without a word. She grabbed it and practically sprinted out of the office. I didn’t blame her. I could be very scary when I am angry. Ben shifted a little like he wasn’t sure if it was safe to speak. “Should I still gather the design team?” he asked quietly. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the wall for a second. I let out a slow breath, trying to cool the anger in my chest before I answered. “Push it back one hour.” Ben blinked. “One hour?” “I said one hour. We wait for Laura.” I said, my voice s

AVA'S POV It had been hours since that email came in, and I still couldn’t stop smiling. Not even a little. Vogue. Freaking Vogue. Every time I thought about it, my cheeks hurt a little more from grinning like an idiot. I should’ve been tired. I should’ve curled up and napped or maybe done something productive. But I didn’t want the moment to pass without doing something with it. And then it hit me – Emma. I hadn’t picked her up from school in a while. Rose usually handled it with her usual grace and mom's energy, but today… I wanted to do it myself. I tossed on some jeans and a soft cream knit sweater – something simple but still presentable. The weather was light enough for flats, and my hair was still air-dried from the bath earlier, tucked behind my ears. I didn’t even bother with makeup. Just lip balm and a little smile I couldn’t get rid of. The school wasn’t far, and traffic wasn’t terrible for once. When I got there and stepped out of the car, I scanned the small crowd

AVA'S POV The house was warm when we got home, filled with that familiar smell of pasta and garlic and something sweet baking in the oven. I stepped in first, holding Emma’s tiny hand while Mason followed close behind, his eyes quietly taking in the space. He hadn’t said much on the drive, but he looked comfortable beside Emma, and that was enough for now. “Alright, lovebug,” I said softly, crouching to unlace Emma’s little shoes, “bath time first, okay?” She groaned but didn’t fight me. “Do I have to now?” “Yes, ma’am,” I said with a teasing grin. “You’ve been outside all day. We need to wash off the playground.” Emma rolled her eyes dramatically, then grinned and ran toward the bathroom. I turned to Rose, who had just come from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. "Welcome ma'am." “Can you keep him company for a bit?” I asked, giving her a quiet nod. “Just until I get Emma cleaned up?” “Of course,” Rose said, her voice warm. She walked over to Mason, crouching so

JASON’S POV I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew here. Definitely not her. The second I walked into the waiting room, I spotted Ava sitting there, alone, stiff, like she didn’t want to take up space. For a second, I honestly thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Maybe I was more exhausted than I realized but then she looked up and our eyes locked. And just like that, something heavy hit me in the chest. I stopped walking, and just stood there like an idiot, staring at her. What was she doing at a police station? Her hands were clasped together in her lap so tight it looked like she was afraid to let go. She didn’t smile and I didn’t either. We just stared for a few seconds, and in that silence, every memory came rushing back — memories I wasn’t ready for. Finally, my legs remembered how to move and I made my way toward her. “Ava?” I said her name, my voice rougher than I meant it to sound. She gave a small nod. Barely acknowledging me. Her face was calm on t