All Chapters of Divorced With My Husband And Son: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ava’s point of view“Make your decision, Avalon. I don't have the whole day,” Vicky's voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I had already decided.If I had to make a deal with Vicky to keep my son with me, then I'd do it without thinking twice. I'd do anything for my child. “I accept your offer,” My voice was barely above a whisper as my gaze locked with him. A slow smile spread across his face, his lips curling upward, clearly amused by my desperation. At this point, what choice do I have?Vicky released my chin and stepped away from me. A deep breath escaped my lips at the distance he created between us, giving me a chance to take a look at him.He had the hard, muscled body of an athlete, his black hair combed perfectly, the strands covering half of his eye. He was dressed in a black suit, a black shirt with two buttons undone, revealing his hard chiseled chest.I swallowed, he's so damn hot. Definitely not the Vicky I knew in college; he's changed a lot. “Do you like what

Ava’s Point of ViewThe air was tense with fear lingering as Victor and I strode to where Lily, Julian, Ethan, and a group of people from the media were seated.The murmurs of people whispered in the air, and questioning gazes followed us. Julian's gaze was dark as it locked with mine. A smirk spread across my lips as I moved my gaze to Lily; she was pale, as if she had seen a ghost. “Mister Blade!” Ethan was the first one to rise from the chair, extending his hand to Victor for a handshake. He halted for a few seconds before walking past him, and I followed him. Victor pulled a chair and gestured for me to sit. I forced a smile, unsure if it was genuine or fake, but I settled in the chair, and he sat next to me.“Mister Blade, why are you with this woman? Do you know what kind of person she is? She tried to kill Lily not once, but many times,” Julian asked, his voice laced with disdain as he shot me a glare. I couldn't help but shrug; I didn't care about his comment.“Yes, Mist

Ava’s point of view“Avalon, what's wrong?” Vicky's voice brought me out of my pitiful thoughts. I hate how much Julian's past actions still hurt me even when I'm no longer with him. How I wish he had loved me too; at least I deserved a bit of his love and respect. I cleared my throat, trying to let go of his actions. He doesn't deserve any of my tears at all. I lifted my thumb to wipe away my tears.“I just had a bad memory.” My voice was barely above a whisper. Vicky was looking at me intensely, as if he was trying to figure out if I was lying, but there's no way I'm going to tell him about any of that.“Were you thinking about Julian while I was kissing you?” Vicky narrowed his eyes, throwing me a glare. I bit down on my lips. How can I tell him that I've been thinking of the painful things Julian did to me while he was kissing me? It's not that I didn't enjoy the kiss, I did, but I don't even know why I thought of it.“Tell me what he did to you that made you cry?” Vicky asked

Ava’s Point of ViewIt all still feels like a dream. I can't believe that my son is no more. I don't want to believe that I've lost my boy. I cried my heart out, and now I have no more tears.I've been sitting in one position for hours, my whole being now numb with nothing but pain cutting through me. I desperately wanted to cry, scream, shout, but everything was trapped right in my throat, and I hate how painful this was. I can't feel myself, and I wish someone could tell me this was all a dream.“Ava Smith…”The sound of Julian echoed as he stepped into the ward and dashed to where I was seated. I didn't even have the strength to stand up or go to him. Vicky has been beside me the whole time, and he was silent. I truly appreciate his presence. I knew Julian wouldn't make me feel any better; he's going to make me feel even worse about it all.“Officer, please arrest this woman. She has poisoned my son because of her obsession.”Julian's voice was void of any emotions, and as usual

Ava’s point of viewA week felt like a decade since my son was buried. I'm trying very hard to keep my emotions under control, but I'm failing terribly. As they say, a small coffin is the heaviest, and his death left a deep scar etched right in my heart. I barely remember when I didn't find myself not thinking about him and crying. I rested my hand against the headboard, I clenched Caleb's sweater to my chest, letting tears stream down my cheeks. I remembered the first time I held him in my arms; he was so tiny, and I made a promise to myself that I'd protect him with my own life, but I broke my promise. I let my son down, and now he was buried beneath the earth, his body slowly decomposing in the damp soil. Soft sobs broke free from my lips, and my body shook with each sob I took. He was gone. I quickly sat up straight when the sound of footsteps approached. I brushed away my tears with my sleeve. I can't let Sophie see me like this; she'd get worried for no reason, and I can't