All Chapters of Till death murder us apart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The house had become a place people passed through. Shoes by the door. Laptop bags on the table. Phone calls echoing through hallways. But not much time. Lisha had also found a nanny for little Ava to keep her company. Ava sat on the couch one afternoon wrapped in her small pink blanket. Her stuffed rabbit rested in her lap. Her cartoon played quietly on the television, but she barely watched it. Her small nose was red. Her breathing slightly heavy. The nanny was almost busy all the time cleaning the mess left by Lisha and Dave to pay attention to little Ava. She coughed again. “Mommy?” she called softly. But the house answered with silence. Lisha had left early that morning for a meeting with investors. Dave had already been at the bakery since 4 a.m. Ava leaned her head back against the couch. “I’m okay,” she whispered to her rabbit, copying something she had once heard her parents say. Over the next few days, the cough didn’t go away. She became quieter.

The road home felt endless. The sky was gray, matching everything inside the car. Lisha sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes swollen from crying. She hadn’t said a word since they left the cemetery.Dave drove.But he wasn’t really there.His mind replayed everything—Ava’s voice.Her small hand in his.The sound of soil hitting her coffin. The gossip about Lisha which to him was partly true.“I should have stayed home more…” he whispered.“What?” Lisha asked faintly.He didn’t answer. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.A flash of memory—Ava laughing.Ava saying, *“I’ll play with my rabbit.”*His vision blurred and a horn blared loudly. Bright lights rushed toward them.Lisha turned sharply. “Dave—!”**CRASH.**Darkness swallowed everything.Two weeks passed.The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Lisha’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Her body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to her, she was in pain .She blinked, trying to focus all

The front door creaked open late that night.Dave stepped in slowly, the smell of alcohol trailing behind him. His movements were unsteady, his eyes heavy — not just from the drinking, but from everything weighing on him. Lisha sat on the couch typing on her laptop. She didn’t look up.No, *“Where were you?”*No, *“Are you okay?”*Nothing was asked but just the faint sound of keys tapping. Dave paused, watching her. For a moment, he almost said something but said nothing. The silence between them had grown too thick to break. He walked past her with no glances shared. Just two strangers crossing paths in a house that used to be a home.That night, sleep never came. Dave lay in bed staring at the ceiling.John’s voice echoed in his mind—*“You could start over…”**“Find someone else…”**“Have kids again…”*He turned and closed his eyes only to open them again . Round and round his thoughts went, like a storm with no end.By morning—He had made a decision.---Lisha stood by the door

Adia was hard to ignore. Not because she tried to stand out but because she didn’t.She had a natural kind of beauty that felt effortless. Warm brown skin that seemed to glow under soft light, and expressive dark eyes that always carried a spark of curiosity—or mischief. Her smile came easily, wide and genuine, the kind that made people feel comfortable without trying.Her hair was thick and coiled, often tied up in a loose puff or wrapped in a colorful scarf when she worked. A few strands always escaped no matter how hard she tried to keep it neat—something she would laugh about instead of fixing.She wasn’t tall, but she carried herself with confidence. Quick on her feet, always moving, always doing something.But what made her stand out the most was her energy. She was alive, she was unfiltered, she was real.Adia’s life was simple.She lived with her grandmother in a modest home, part of a middle-class neighborhood where everyone knew each other. Her grandmother had raised her, ta

The boardroom was filled with quiet tension. Executives sat upright, eyes scanning documents, waiting.At the head of the table Lisha stood. Composed. Sharp. Unshaken.A large screen behind her displayed figures, projections, strategies—months of relentless work finally taking form.“This partnership,” she said firmly, “is not just profitable—it’s sustainable. We are not here for short-term wins. We are building something that will dominate the market for years.”Her voice was calm, controlled and powerful. The room listened to every word and detail. By the time she finished there was a silence.Then— Applause.One of the senior executives leaned forward. “Ms. Wellis… this is exceptional work.”Another nodded. “We’re ready to proceed.”And just like that—The deal was sealed. A contract worth millions.After the meeting, people gathered in small groups, murmuring in admiration.“That was brilliant.”“She’s on another level.”“I’ve never seen someone control a room like that.”But amo