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Chapter 5Last night, Ava had returned home alone after the anniversary celebration, her heart heavy with emotions. The memories of Jeffery and Cassandra’s affair on and on in her head. She had cried herself to sleep in the visitor's room, her mind made up to leave Jeffrey, no matter how he felt about it. She was done with the constant betrayal and manipulation.The next morning, Ava woke up to the enticing aroma of fried chicken wafting through the air. She got out of bed and walked to the dinner room, only to be met with a shocking sight: Cassandra was seated at the table, eating breakfast."Oh, you're awake?" Cassandra said, looking up at Ava with a smug expression.Ava's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here in my husband's house?" she demanded, her voice firm.Cassandra stood up, her eyes locked on Ava's. "I'm moving in," she announced, her voice calm and collected.Ava's jaw dropped. "What? You must be joking," she said, her voice rising in incredulity.Cassandra shook her hea

Chapter 7The line cuts. It must have been the network. But before she could drop the phone, it buzzed again in her hand, the unknown number flashing insistently. Ava frowned, her heartbeat quickening as she lifted it to her ear.“Mrs. Smith?” the familiar, crisp voice came through. “This is Mike Davis.”Relief softened her features. “Mr. Davis, it’s good to hear from you again. Is everything alright?”“All perfect, ma’am,” he replied with the polite enthusiasm that always made her smile faintly. “I just wanted to confirm you’ll be attending the charity event at The Winchester Grand this evening. The board members are quite eager to meet the new face of Holloway Industries.”Ava’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Tell them I’ll be there. It’s time the world finally sees what Ava Smith looks like without the Jones name hanging over her head.”Mike chuckled softly. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Your father would be proud.”Her voice faltered for just a heartbeat. “Thank you,

Chapter 9The man blinked and shuffled through his papers. “Y-yes, ma’am.” “Tonight’s gala is hosted by the Chamber of Commerce to welcome Mrs. Ava Holloway, CEO of Holloway Industries.”The whispering grew louder, shock turning the air electric. Cassandra’s smile froze.Ava stepped closer, her perfume soft but her gaze lethal. “You were saying something about an impersonator? How about he verifies our identity.”The color drained from Cassandra’s cheeks. “You…”The event coordinator, pale and sweating now, lifted the folded page for everyone to see. “Per protocol, all honored guests were pre-verified with photographic identification.” He flipped the page to reveal a glossy print stapled to the top. “This is the image on file. Mrs. Ava Holloway.”The photo was unmistakable—Ava in a crisp suit, eyes calm, the same measured grace she wore now.The crowd’s murmuring swelled again.“It really is her.”“She’s the heiress.”“My God, Cassandra accused her?”Cassandra reached out, snatching

Chapter 11The morning after the gala, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse like liquid gold, but the peace Ava craved was shattered by the storm raging across every screen in Winchester. She sat at the marble breakfast island, coffee untouched, as Mila scrolled through the headlines on her tablet.“‘Secret Trillionaire Heiress Returns with Jones Triplets – Scandal Rocks High Society!’” Mila read aloud, her voice laced with dry amusement. “They’re calling it the story of the decade. Stock in Holloway Industries is up twelve percent already.”Ava’s lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. The triplets were in the playroom with Samuel, their laughter echoing faintly down the hall like a balm against the chaos. Ethan’s excited shouts about “the tall sad man” from last night still rang in her ears. She had stayed up until dawn, replaying Jeffrey’s shattered expression in her mind. Sweet revenge, yet it tasted bittersweet on

Chapter 13The alarms screamed through the sterile hallway like a death knell. Ava’s heart slammed against her ribs as she shoved past Jeffrey, bursting into Lucas’s room. Doctors and nurses swarmed the tiny bed, their voices a chaotic symphony of commands.“Push another round of epi! Charge to 20 joules!”Lucas’s small body jerked under the defibrillator pads, his face pale and lifeless. Ava clutched the doorframe, her world tilting. “No… not my baby. Fight, Lucas. Mommy’s here!”Jeffrey was right beside her, his hand finding hers in a grip that was both desperate and grounding. For the first time in years, she didn’t pull away. In that moment of raw terror, old barriers cracked. “He has to make it,” Jeffrey whispered, voice hoarse. “I just found him.”The doctor leading the code called out, “We have a rhythm! Sinus tach—stable for now.” The monitors settled into a steady, albeit weak, beep. Ava sagged against the wall, tears flooding her eyes as the medical team stepped back, allow