Ruined 16

Ruin

My bike pulled in behind the sleek silver sedan at almost the same time, you didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know who the man driving it was.

Avery’s husband.

Ex-husband or soon to be, I reminded myself as I swung my leg over the bike. My eyes narrowing as I squinted into the car, all pretty futile with the darkly tinted windows. And somehow the fact I couldn't see him made me so angry it was a struggle not to drag him from the car just so I could see who had been sleeping next to Avery every night and bringing up my son for the last god knows how many years.

Not that I could do any of that. But it was tempting.

“Ruin.” Avery took a step out of the front door and froze as she caught sight of the car in front of me.

The man who stepped out looked back over his shoulder and his clean-cut face broke into a wide grin. Like he was honest to god pleased to see me.

“Hello, Ava.” His voice was deep, a rumbling of an accent making it thick although I couldn’t quite place it. I