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CHAPTER 0138
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Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0139
LAURA'S POV "After careful consideration, we've decided to award the contract to Avaris Luxe." The words kept echoing in my head repeating like a cursed mantra. I slammed the front door so hard the walls trembled. My whole body shook with fury, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I wanted to scream, destroy something. Anything. Ava had humiliated me again â this time in front of the most powerful modeling agency in the industry. I stormed into the living room, my heels clicking furiously against the marble floor. My eyes landed on the crystal vase sitting perfectly on the center table. Without thinking, I grabbed it and hurled it across the room. The sound of shattering glass filled the space, but it wasnât enough. Not even close. I spun around, my eyes scanning the room for more things to destroy. A decorative lamp? Gone. A porcelain figurine? Smashed to pieces. My hands found a picture frame â one of Jason and me, taken at a charity gala â I had to force him to take that pict
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AVA'S POV The moment I stepped into Avaris Luxe the next morning after securing the contract with Storm's management, a wave of applause erupted around me. The unexpected sound made me pause mid-step, my eyes widening slightly as I took in the sight before me. My employees â designers, assistants, and managers had gathered near the reception area, their faces beaming with excitement. Some clapped enthusiastically, others cheered, and a few even whistled in celebration. âCongratulations, Miss Taylor!â someone called out. âYou did it!â another voice chimed in. I blinked, caught off guard. A small smile tugged at my lips as I moved forward, nodding in acknowledgment. âThank you, but whatâs all this about?â A few employees exchanged knowing looks, their excitement undiminished. Before anyone could answer, Sally emerged from the crowd, her tablet tucked under her arm and a smirk plastered across her face. âOh, donât be so modest, Ava,â she teased, nudging me lightly. âNews s
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LAURAâS POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, running a hand through my sleek, blonde waves as a slow wicked smile curved my lips. Stephâs words echoed in my mind. Vivian LeClair. A desperate little gossip blogger who had been trying to get close to me for years. She had sent messages, begged Steph for an introduction, and even hinted at writing a glowing feature about me if Iâd just grant her a meeting. I never had. She wasnât worth my time then. But today? Today, I had a use for her. I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contacts, and found her name. Ring. Ring. She answered on the second ring, her voice practically dripping with fake excitement. âLaura Campbell! What a surprise!â she gushed. âI was beginning to think you didnât like me and were avoiding me on purpose. I smiled, though she couldnât see it. âI've been quite busy. Letâs have lunch,â I said smoothly, ignoring her attempt at playfulness. âI have some time today.â The line went silent for a
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AVA'S POVThe office felt different that morning as I arrived. It was too quiet. I sat behind my desk, my fingers hovering over my laptop keyboard, but my mind wasnât entirely on the emails I was supposed to be reviewing. The usual energy in the office was missing. No occasional sarcastic comments from Sally, no teasing remarks whenever I got too serious about work. Sally had taken the day off to visit her sick mother, and though I knew she needed to be with her, I couldnât help but feel her absence. I had gotten so used to her presence, how she filled the silence with her witty remarks and nosy questions from time to time. Shaking off the thought, I focused on work. There were still reports to review, designs to sketch, marketing strategies to finalize, and upcoming projects that needed my attention. I had barely made progress when a knock sounded at the door. âCome in.â The temporary assistant who was filling in for Sally till she returned stepped inside, carrying something
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JASON'S POVDarton's school courtyard was as busy as ever, filled with parents arriving, and greeting their kids one by one. Some kids ran excitedly into their parent's arms while others walked out more calmly scanning the crowd until they found their ride home. Laura had practically begged me to pick Mason up from school because she wasnât feeling well enough to do it herself. Ever since the bullying incident, I hadnât seen Mason â it was my way of disciplining him. When he spotted me, his eyes widened in shock, but the surprise quickly turned into pure excitement. "Dad!â he shouted, his face lightened up as he ran toward me. He had practically thrown himself into my arms, his laughter echoing across the schoolyard. It was clear he had expected his nanny or Laura, but seeing me instead had made his day. I was used to being noticed, but today, it felt like every woman within a few feet was stealing glances in my direction. "That's Jason Campbell, right?" âHeâs even more
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AVA'S POV Jason reached the restaurant first. I wasnât surprised since it was Ben driving. As I approached the entrance, he pulled the door open for me. A gentlemanâs habit. One he did so naturally as if it were ingrained in his very being. I didnât acknowledge it. Not because I wanted to be rude, but because I refused to let the past creep into the present. I stepped inside without a glance in his direction, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back as I walked past him holding Emma's little hands. The restaurant was warm, elegant, and buzzing with low conversation. The kind of place Jason and I would have visited years ago. The thought was unwelcome, but I shoved it aside, focusing instead on Emma, who was already chattering excitedly about the menu. Jason took the seat opposite me, and I could feel the tension settling between us like an unspoken presence at the table. It was controlled, and contained, but it was there. The waiter arrived, pen-poised, waiting for our ord
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AVAâS POV Jasonâs face hardened, his expression cloudy, but I didnât give him the chance to respond. The air inside the restaurant had already become thicker and suffocating. I needed to leave. I pushed back my chair, the legs scraping lightly against the floor as I stood up. He didnât move, but I felt his gaze follow me as I turned away. Without another word, without so much as a glance in his direction, I walked out. The moment I stepped outside, the cool evening air hit me, grounding me in reality. I inhaled deeply as if trying to cleanse the remnants of that conversation from my system. Jasonâs car was parked right in front, and through the window, Emmaâs bright eyes met mine. She smiled, her tiny fingers pressing against the glass as if reaching for me. I walked over and pulled the door open. âAunt Ava!â Emma chirped, wiggling in her seat as I unbuckled her seatbelt. âDid you have fun with Mason?â I asked, lifting her out. She nodded enthusiastically. âMason said h
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JASONâS POV The drive to Lauraâs apartment felt longer than it should. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt. My mind kept circling back to that moment outside Avaâs house. Seeing Alex standing there like he belonged, like the man of the house dug a deep hole in my chest. It shouldnât have bothered me. But it did. More than I wanted to admit. Mason sat in the backseat, eyes glued to his game, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. By the time I pulled up to Lauraâs apartment, my patience was razor-thin. Mason didnât wait. The second the car stopped, he was out, his little feet pounding against the pavement as he rushed inside. I took a second before following, running a hand over my face. I needed to shake this feeling off. Inside, Laura sat on the couch, curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea in her hands. The TV was on, but she wasnât watching. She barely glanced up when Mason kicked off his shoes, his voice bubbling with excite
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Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0151
AVA'S POV The meeting room was filled with a thick tension the moment I stepped in. Conversations died down, and all eyes turned to me. The public relations and human relations Executives. They were all here, their faces tight with concern, frustration, and something else I didnât like â doubt. I walked straight to my seat at the head of the table, set my tablet down, and folded my hands. Sally sat beside me, flipping open her notebook, already scanning the room. I let the silence stretch before I spoke. âTalk to me.â Melissa, head of PR, adjusted her glasses, exhaling sharply. âItâs bad.â I raised an eyebrow. âI figured. Be specific.â She pushed a folder toward me. âSocial media is still on fire. Every post we take down is being reposted somewhere else. News outlets keep picking up new angles. Now, some of our retailers are taking a step back. They want to see how this plays out before moving forward with us.â I flipped through the folder. Screenshots of headlines, tre
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0150
AVA'S POV As I stepped out of the building, the cold air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning in my chest. My heels clicked against the pavement, sharp and steady, even though my entire world felt like it was tilting beneath me. I had walked out of that meeting with my head high, but now, as I reached my car, doubt started creeping in. Just as I pulled the door open, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced down it was a text message from Jason. I stared at his name on the screen for a long moment, my jaw tightening before I even read the message. "I know things are tough right now. Iâm checking in on you. Iâll do what I can to lessen the burden." My fingers curled around the phone. He was the reason I was in this mess and now he was checking in on me? Telling me heâd lessen the burden? The audacity. Without replying, I locked my phone, tossed it onto the passenger seat, and slid behind the wheel. I didnât need his concern. I didnât need anything from him
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0149
AVA'S POV "I understand," I exhaled slowly. "Thank you for the update, Karen." The call ended, but I didnât move. My phone sat in my hand, Karenâs last words ringing in my head. âCome prepared for anything.â I let out a slow breath, placing the phone on my desk. My fingers curled into fists. First, the whispers in the office. Then, canceled meetings. And now, this my contract, my reputation, everything Iâd worked for dangling by a thread because of a stupid rumor about Jason. Who could have started this? What brought about the rumor? I couldn't help but feel someone was instigating all this to bring me down. But who could it be? Is it Laura? Or. Back then I could blame all my misfortune on Laura but now it was hard to know who exactly could have started the rumors because I had lots of competitors not only the Campbell Group. And Avaris Luxe was involved in other businesses including real estate, luxury branding that are thriving so I had lots of enemies and competitors
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0148
AVA'S POV The soft chime of my alarm pulled me from sleep, but the heavy weight in my chest told me I had already been awake. For a few blissful seconds, I was caught in that hazy space between dreaming and reality. And then it all came crashing back â the rumors, the headlines, my client who stood me up. I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying every ugly word, every speculative article. Did Ava Taylor Sleep Her Way to the Top? Ava Taylor: Seducing Another Womanâs FiancÃĐ? It was ridiculous. Infuriating. And yet, it was out there. People were talking and worse they were believing. I turned my head to the side and saw the soft rise and fall of Emmaâs tiny frame beside me. Sometime during the night, she had entered my room and crawled into my bed. Her little hand was curled into a fist, her lips slightly parted in sleep. Carefully, I slid out of bed, tucking the blanket around Emma before heading to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the warm water wash over me,
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0147
AVAâS POV Alex didnât say a word as he pushed open the front door, but his silence was louder than any accusation. The second we stepped inside, Rose, the housekeeper, emerged from the hallway with a warm smile. âMiss Ava, youâre home. Welcome, Mr. Alex,â she said, wiping her hands on her apron. Then her eyes fell on Emma, and her smile widened. âAnd howâs my little princess?â Emma giggled, letting go of Alex's hand and running toward her. âI made a new friend today! And Aunt Ava let me eat ice cream!â Rose gasped dramatically. âIce cream? Before dinner? Oh dear, weâll have to make sure you eat something healthy for dinner.â Emma pouted but let Rose scoop her up into her arms. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. âIâll take her upstairs and get her changed,â Rose said, giving me a respectful look before disappearing up the stairs with Emma. And just like that, the moment I had been trying to avoid arrived. Alex shut the door behind us. The air between us thicke
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0146
JASONâS POV The drive to Lauraâs apartment felt longer than it should. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt. My mind kept circling back to that moment outside Avaâs house. Seeing Alex standing there like he belonged, like the man of the house dug a deep hole in my chest. It shouldnât have bothered me. But it did. More than I wanted to admit. Mason sat in the backseat, eyes glued to his game, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. By the time I pulled up to Lauraâs apartment, my patience was razor-thin. Mason didnât wait. The second the car stopped, he was out, his little feet pounding against the pavement as he rushed inside. I took a second before following, running a hand over my face. I needed to shake this feeling off. Inside, Laura sat on the couch, curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea in her hands. The TV was on, but she wasnât watching. She barely glanced up when Mason kicked off his shoes, his voice bubbling with excite
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0145
AVAâS POV Jasonâs face hardened, his expression cloudy, but I didnât give him the chance to respond. The air inside the restaurant had already become thicker and suffocating. I needed to leave. I pushed back my chair, the legs scraping lightly against the floor as I stood up. He didnât move, but I felt his gaze follow me as I turned away. Without another word, without so much as a glance in his direction, I walked out. The moment I stepped outside, the cool evening air hit me, grounding me in reality. I inhaled deeply as if trying to cleanse the remnants of that conversation from my system. Jasonâs car was parked right in front, and through the window, Emmaâs bright eyes met mine. She smiled, her tiny fingers pressing against the glass as if reaching for me. I walked over and pulled the door open. âAunt Ava!â Emma chirped, wiggling in her seat as I unbuckled her seatbelt. âDid you have fun with Mason?â I asked, lifting her out. She nodded enthusiastically. âMason said h
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0144
AVA'S POV Jason reached the restaurant first. I wasnât surprised since it was Ben driving. As I approached the entrance, he pulled the door open for me. A gentlemanâs habit. One he did so naturally as if it were ingrained in his very being. I didnât acknowledge it. Not because I wanted to be rude, but because I refused to let the past creep into the present. I stepped inside without a glance in his direction, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back as I walked past him holding Emma's little hands. The restaurant was warm, elegant, and buzzing with low conversation. The kind of place Jason and I would have visited years ago. The thought was unwelcome, but I shoved it aside, focusing instead on Emma, who was already chattering excitedly about the menu. Jason took the seat opposite me, and I could feel the tension settling between us like an unspoken presence at the table. It was controlled, and contained, but it was there. The waiter arrived, pen-poised, waiting for our ord
Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please   CHAPTER 0143
JASON'S POVDarton's school courtyard was as busy as ever, filled with parents arriving, and greeting their kids one by one. Some kids ran excitedly into their parent's arms while others walked out more calmly scanning the crowd until they found their ride home. Laura had practically begged me to pick Mason up from school because she wasnât feeling well enough to do it herself. Ever since the bullying incident, I hadnât seen Mason â it was my way of disciplining him. When he spotted me, his eyes widened in shock, but the surprise quickly turned into pure excitement. "Dad!â he shouted, his face lightened up as he ran toward me. He had practically thrown himself into my arms, his laughter echoing across the schoolyard. It was clear he had expected his nanny or Laura, but seeing me instead had made his day. I was used to being noticed, but today, it felt like every woman within a few feet was stealing glances in my direction. "That's Jason Campbell, right?" âHeâs even more
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