All Chapters of Divorced With My Husband And Son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ava’s point of view“Don't you think you are acting like my mom right now?” I teased, trying to keep a straight face. Vicky let out a chuckle as he walked over to me, standing right in front of me, closing the little distance between us. “If being worried about you makes me look like your mother, then I don't mind being one,” Vicky's voice barely above a whisper. His gaze was so intense on mine. My heart skipped an unhealthy beat. I hated the indescribable effect he had on me. I'd always felt that way when he tried to get closer to me at college. I didn't know if it was fear or something else, but I couldn't describe it. Now that I'm starting to think about it, I wonder what could have happened if I had never left. Would I have ever fallen in love with him by chance?A burning heat rose to my cheeks just at the thought of it. I hated my mind right now.I cleared my throat, sank on the couch, and Vicky sat next to me, leaving a little space between us. I was glad he did, or else

Ava’s point of viewThe club pulsed with music. People swayed on the dance floor, some too wasted to even stand or do anything. The club was dimly lit, with a chandelier hanging in the middle.Vicky wanted us to book a VIP seat, but I quickly disagreed with him. I'd rather sit out in the open before we do something we might regret later. I'd swallow the bitter pill and admit that I won't be able to control myself around him. I've never been, and maybe that might be the reason why I rejected him.We found ourselves a seat far from many people, and the sound of music wasn't too loud from where we were. “I don't remember the last time I was at the club, you know,” I said, breaking the silence between us. Vicky moved his gaze to mine. “You were too busy nursing Julian's feelings, and in the process, you forgot to live your life. You know, even today I still don't understand why you chose him over me.” Vicky's words were laced with bitterness. I swallowed the lump forming in my throa

Victor's Point of ViewI balled my hand into a tight fist at the scene that welcomed me, pure frustration and rage rushed through me. I swear I'm going to kill this man.How dare he even try to lay his hand on Ava. On my Ava. He has dug his own grave, and now I'm going to push him and bury him there alive. I stormed into the room and grasped him by his collar, pushing him so hard against the floor. As much as I hated Julian, I was glad because he jumped right on Ethan and began punching him so hard. I slid my jacket off my shoulder, scooping Ava in my arm, I covered her with it. I wanted to kill Ethan, but right now, Ava was my first priority. Her frame shook in my arms, and sobs broke free from her lips. I hated seeing her in such a condition, especially because of that spineless jerk.I'm not going to let this slide; he's going to pay no matter what happens.As I stepped out of the hotel, my men were already waiting for me with ten cars lined up. One of the guards swung the door

Victor's Point of ViewThere's this sharp pain in my chest. It's too painful. It's too unbearable. I couldn't stay there any longer. She's choosing him over me once again, and I couldn't stand it.I thought there was a spark between us, and it died the moment Julian went on his knees and begged for her forgiveness. It was a bitter pill for me to swallow.I loved her. I desperately yearn for her. I wanted her so much that it's driving me crazy, but if she doesn't want me back, I can't force her. I can't force her.But will I survive this again? The Heartbreak. The pain. The sleepless nights thinking about her?I can't survive it, but I have no choice. I have no choice but to leave her once again because her happiness is all that matters to me.As long as she is happy with Julian, I'm going to let her go and free her from the clutches of my one-sided love.I've already called for my men to get the private jet ready. Once again, I'm leaving with a broken heart, but a choice is something

Victor's Point of ViewThere's this fear clinging to my chest. I'm trying to push it away, but it doesn't want to go away. The fear that this might be a dream, that I might wake up to the reality of her not being there when I open my eyes, and that fear is just too much to bear. My heart seemed to have stopped beating completely when the door to the bathroom swung open, and she stepped out. She's wearing a red nightie that is clinging to her flawless creamy skin, barely reaching her knee, giving me the full view of her long, sexy legs. I swallowed painfully hard. My groin was already reacting just by looking at her. I've been trying to control myself for the past few days, but I don't think I can anymore, especially when we're on our honeymoon. It wasn't exactly a honeymoon because Ava isn't feeling well emotionally, and I'm trying to be there for her.Ava cleared her throat, pulling me out of my thoughts. My brows furrowed as I stared at her. She's trying to cover herself without