AVAI was still trying to make sense of the meeting I had with Denis three days ago when the knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. Tamy, who was in the kitchen, looked up at me from the stove with concern. Her mother’s small home had become my refuge these past few days, a place where I could hide from the humiliation and heartbreak that had driven me out of the Tyson mansion.Denis really expected me to accept his terms? The audacity of that man to request such an outrageous thing from me!He had accused me of something so vile, so utterly false, that it still made my stomach turn—cheating on Liam with him, he was a man I barely knew. And because of that lie, I had been thrown out like yesterday’s trash. The memory of John Tyson’s cold, unforgiving gaze as he ordered me to leave still haunted me.And now he wants me to sleep with him to clear my name. Just the thought and memory of his sly smile made me furious. My fist curled into balls and my chest heaved.The knock came ag
AVAThe tension in the room rose with an unprecedented speed as John Tyson glared at us. His lips were pulled to a sneer, his sharp gaze calculating as he stood some metres away from us like a barricade."What's going on father?" Clara asked as she descended down the flight of stairs. The moment our eyes locked,she let out a gasp, her eyes widening in surprise at my unwelcomed arrival."Ava?" She whispered, before turning to face her father, "What is she doing here dad? What's this adulterous woman doing back in our house. I thought we got rid of you" she spat.Normally, I'd be bold to speak out in my name but today, hearing her vile words and their scornful gazes made me want to recoil in my skin.I know I shouldn't have come here."Ask your cousin. Liam this woman doesn't belong here. We threw her out for a reason..." John Tyson pointed his forefinger at Liam, approaching him with predatorial steps as the words gritted out of his mouth.I became extremly frightened, clenching tightl
Uncle John sat in his dimly lit study, the heavy drapes pulled shut, blocking out the fading light of the day. The room was furnished with dark wood and leather, giving it a somber atmosphere that matched his mood. He looked up as Ava entered, her face pale but composed. She had been through a lot in the past few days, but she carried herself with a grace that John found both irritating and intriguing."Ava, my dear," he said, his voice smooth and deceptively warm. "Please, have a seat."Ava hesitated for a moment before taking the offered chair across from him. She was wary of Uncle John, aware of his dislike for her. Still, she knew better than to show her apprehension."Thank you, Uncle John," she replied politely.John leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the desk. "I want to extend my apologies for the way you were treated. It was a difficult situation for everyone involved, but I hope you understand that we had to act in the family's best interest."Ava nodded, her expr
The Rays family estate, a sprawling mansion stood imposingly against the backdrop of the late afternoon sky. In the opulent living room, Amelia and her mother, Isabella, were seated on a plush sofa, deep in conversation.Amelia’s eyes were bright with excitement as she spoke to her mother. "I’m telling you, Mother, this plan of ours is foolproof. Ava will be out of our lives for good, and Father will finally see her for the manipulative person she is."Isabella nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Just be very careful honey. This is a dangerous game we are playing” Isabella advised.Yes she supported their endeavors but this was a risky plan nevertheless.“Why are you always worried about nothing mother? Just relax please” Amelia rolled her eyes, tired off her mother’s incessant worry.“Because you are not just toying with Ava but also with the reputation of her inlaws. The Tysons are a very powerful family" Isabella adviced.“I know mum. Ava has always acted like she was better than
AVA As I walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand with Liam, the late evening sun warmed my skin, a welcome contrast to the cool breeze that rustled the leaves above. I looked over at Liam, who was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes shining with pure, childlike excitement. It was rare to see him this happy, and it made my heart swell with affection. "I can't believe we're going for ice cream!" Liam exclaimed, his voice filled with glee. "It's been so long since we did this, Ava." I smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "I know, Liam. I've missed hanging out with you like this. It’s good to get away from everything for a bit, isn’t it?" He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes darting from one storefront to the next as we passed by. "I remember the last time we went, you got that weird flavor. What was it again? Something with chocolate and… pepper?" "Chocolate chili," I laughed. "It’s not that weird. You should try it this time. It might surprise you." He made a face, his nose crink
LIAMDays had passed since that horrible night, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Ava had been avoiding me, and every time I tried to get close to her, she would find some excuse to leave the room. I couldn’t blame her, though. I had failed her when she needed me most. I couldn’t protect her, couldn’t do anything but stand there, frozen in fear like the helpless child I had to pretend to be.I know that acting like a child is supposed to keep me safe, but at what cost? How could I just stand there and watch while she was in danger? Every time I close my eyes, I see the fear in her eyes, hear the desperation in her voice as she begged me to do something. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t break the facade, and now I’m paying the price.It hurts more than I thought it would. It’s like a knife twisting in my gut every time she turns away from me. I miss her so much, and I hate that I’m the reason she’s pulling away. I’m supposed to be her husband, the one person she can
AVADinner was supposed to be a calm, quiet affair. I had cooked Liam's favorite—roast chicken with mashed potatoes—hoping it would bring some semblance of normalcy to our chaotic lives. The dining room was filled with the soft clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation as we all sat around the table.Liam was seated beside me, his usual cheerful self, humming a little tune as he piled his plate high with food. Across from us, Uncle John and Davies chatted about some business matter, their voices low but intense. Clara was scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing up to add a comment here or there.I was just about to ask Liam how his day went concerning his usual hospital checkups when I noticed him pause, fork halfway to his mouth. His hand began to tremble, and the fork slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the plate. I frowned, reaching out to touch his arm."Liam? Are you okay?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.He didn’t respond. Instead, his entire
AVANO!They want to take my husband away from me and what's worse, to a fucking mental asylum! He isn't mad!Suddenly, my chest became tight and my breathing grew to be difficult. I gasped for air and tears streamed down endlessly on my cheeks.Liam isn't mad. Nobody can take him away!"You can't do that!" I snapped at the doctor.The entire family stared at me in blank amazement, like they had seen a phantom."I beg your pardon Mrs Tyson" the doctor said to me. I shook my head at him, affirming my words, "I said you can't do that. You can't take my husband away from me! He isn't mad" I boldly stated."Ava are you mad?" Davies sharply uttered, glaring at me.Clara let out a spiteful chuckle, "It seems so. We are doing what's best for Liam and you are trying to stop him from getting treated. What's your problem?"I turned my teary eyes to uncle John, pleading with him to not let them do this. "Uncle John please. Liam is your nephew. You can not stand for this. You care about him don'