LAURA'S POV The sound of the door opening made me look up, I was expecting to see Jason, but it wasn’t him. It was his grandfather - Grandpa Campbell. He stood tall, his sharp eyes sweeping the room like he owned it. Actually he once did. I forced a polite smile, though my chest tightened. He hadn’t stepped into the company in years according to Jason, but his presence still carried weight. I wondered why he was here. But there's only one way to find out. “Good morning, Mr. Campbell,” I greeted, standing from Jason's chair. “Jason isn’t here at the moment. Can I help you with anything?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his piercing gaze landed on me, and his lips curved into a thin line. I knew that look – it was one of judgment. “Laura,” he said, his voice was cold. “Still lingering around, I see.” I swallowed the sting of his words and kept my expression calm. “I’ve been doing everything I can to support Jason and the company, sir.” He stepped further into the
AVA'S POV I was deep in thought reflecting on what my plan would be next and how I was going to raise my unborn child alone once Jason signed the divorce paper when the phone in my hand buzzed, the sharp vibration sending a jolt through me. I glanced at it, and Jason’s name flashed on the screen and my stomach churned and chest tightened. Why was he calling me? I hesitated for a moment but then it crossed my mind that maybe he was calling to let me know that he had already signed the divorce papers. The thought of it sent a sharp ache through my chest. The moment I answered, his voice came through shaky and raw. And I knew immediately something was wrong. “Grandpa’s been rushed to the hospital,” he said, his words tumbling over one another. “What happened?” I asked, gripping the phone tightly, my heart racing. “They’re not sure yet,” he replied. “Ava, please I really need you... here." Without hesitation, I grabbed my bag and was about to rush out of the house, when
JASON'S POVI sat in the chair by Grandpa’s bed, staring at his frail form. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the dimly lit hospital room. His usually sharp and commanding presence seemed so far away now. Seeing him like this sent a pang of guilt through my chest. What had caused this? He was healthy the last time I spoke to him – stubborn as always, but fine. Something had triggered this collapse, and I needed to know what. I ran a hand through my hair, my head in a mess. Memories of Grandpa mentoring me, scolding me, and pushing me to be better played in my head like an old film. Shaking off the thought, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the company security app. I hadn’t planned on looking at the CCTV footage, but something nagged at me. Grandpa had been in my office before the collapse. Maybe the cameras would show what had happened. I found the footage and clicked play. The small screen showed Grandpa walking into my office with his usua
AVA'S POVMy breath caught at the coldness in Jason's voice. It was like the roar of a lion as I entered the room and I wondered who he was talking to. He turned to face me and our eyes locked. His widened slightly and I knew he hadn't expected it to be me who walked in. “Who are you talking to?” I asked, holding his gaze. “I didn't know you'd be back.” He said, changing the topic. Something was off about his tone but I didn't bother pressing on the matter. I reminded myself that his business was no longer my concern as we'd be divorced soon anyway. I thought about asking him if he had signed the divorce papers, but I held my tongue. Grandpa still lay there unconscious so I decided to wait until he fully recovered. If it were any other member of Jason’s family lying in that bed, I wouldn’t even bother showing up, let alone wait until they wake up before proceeding with the divorce. Jason's mouth opened slightly like he was about to say something but I ignored him and sat
AVA'S POV The question hit me like a punch to the stomach. I froze, my mind racing. How had he even suspected that? Jason and I had been so careful to keep up appearances of a happy couple in front of him. I glanced over to Jason and he had the same puzzled expression on his face and with Grandpa still recovering, I couldn't bring myself to tell him that we would be getting divorced soon. So I quickly shook my head. “No, Grandpa... why would you think that?” Grandpa’s sharp eyes bore into us, as though searching for cracks to see if we were lying. “Laura mentioned it to me at the company.” Laura? How did she know? She wasn’t with Jason when I threw the papers at him at Sally’s apartment. The only way she could have known was if Jason had told her. I looked over at Jason, my eyes shooting daggers. I noticed his brow furrowed, and his face darkened. He seemed upset that Laura had told Grandpa about the divorce. I found it funny, but the situation at hand prevented me from lau
AVA'S POVMy breath caught, and a chill ran down my spine as Richard’s eyes seemed to pierce my soul. I had always wondered why he disliked me but could never bring myself to ask. I wanted to protest, to suggest hiring extra help to care for Grandpa at his house instead, but the look in his eyes silenced me. He wanted me around, and who was I to deny him that? The drive back home or rather, Jason’s villa, since I no longer considered it my home was silent. Grandpa was taking a nap in the back seat while I sat in the passenger seat, with Jason driving. Soon, we arrived. What I didn’t expect was Jason stepping in to plead with me that Grandpa staying here meant I’d have to move back into the house. “It’ll look strange if you’re not here,” Jason said when Grandpa wasn’t within earshot. I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling for an excuse. I couldn’t bear it, I needed to be far away from Jason. Being close to him always softened me, and I was scared that the courage I had fo
AVA'S POV The next day, I checked on Grandpa, but he was still fast asleep. I hurried toward the guest room to bathe, dress for work, and leave before Jason woke up. You know those situations when you do something and later regret it? That’s exactly how I felt – regret. I must admit my flesh was weak when it came to Jason. Although we didn’t go further last night because as usual, I had to stop him, letting him touch and cuddle me was something that shouldn’t have happened. I was about to leave for work when Jason stopped me at the doorway startling me. He wore a tailored blue suit that highlighted his perfect looks and figure. It was like he was becoming more handsome every day, and I was lost staring at him until he spoke, bringing me back to reality. “Take some breakfast with you,” he said, handing me a lunchbox. My heart melted. 'What was he trying to do? Why was he making things difficult for me?' I screamed inwardly. I haven't gotten over last night and now this?
JASON'S POVThe moment Ava's lips touched mine, I felt my heart race. It wasn't that we hadn't kissed before but this was so unexpected, so out of character for the Ava I knew. She wasn't one who showed affection in public, so I was confused, at the same time full of joy. For a brief second, I let myself believe it meant something. That maybe, just maybe, she had thought about everything and decided to forgive me. But as soon as Laura stormed out, slamming the door behind her, Ava’s expression changed. The softness that had been there for a moment vanished, replaced by that guarded, cold look I was so familiar with now. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you,” she said coldly, straightening up and creating a distance between us. Her words hit me like a punch to the face. The warmth I thought was building between us evaporated instantly, leaving behind a deep feeling of regret. "Ava, I know I’ve made mistakes,” I began, speaking with caution and choosing my words carefully. “But
AVA’S POV Alex didn’t 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. “Miss Ava, you’re home. Welcome, Mr. Alex,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. Then her eyes fell on Emma, and her smile widened. “And how’s my little princess?” Emma giggled, letting go of Alex's hand and running toward her. “I made a new friend today! And Aunt Ava let me eat ice cream!” Rose gasped dramatically. “Ice cream? Before dinner? Oh dear, we’ll have to make sure you eat something healthy for dinner.” Emma pouted but let Rose scoop her up into her arms. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “I’ll take her upstairs and get her changed,” 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
JASON’S POV The drive to Laura’s 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 Ava’s house. Seeing Alex standing there like he belonged, like the man of the house dug a deep hole in my chest. It shouldn’t 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 Laura’s apartment, my patience was razor-thin. Mason didn’t 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 wasn’t watching. She barely glanced up when Mason kicked off his shoes, his voice bubbling with excite
AVA’S POV Jason’s face hardened, his expression cloudy, but I didn’t 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 didn’t 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. Jason’s car was parked right in front, and through the window, Emma’s 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. “Aunt Ava!” Emma chirped, wiggling in her seat as I unbuckled her seatbelt. “Did you have fun with Mason?” I asked, lifting her out. She nodded enthusiastically. “Mason said h
AVA'S POV Jason reached the restaurant first. I wasn’t surprised since it was Ben driving. As I approached the entrance, he pulled the door open for me. A gentleman’s habit. One he did so naturally as if it were ingrained in his very being. I didn’t 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
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 wasn’t feeling well enough to do it herself. Ever since the bullying incident, I hadn’t seen Mason – 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!” 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?" “He’s even more
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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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. “Come in.” The temporary assistant who was filling in for Sally till she returned stepped inside, carrying something
LAURA’S POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, running a hand through my sleek, blonde waves as a slow wicked smile curved my lips. Steph’s 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 I’d just grant her a meeting. I never had. She wasn’t 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. “Laura Campbell! What a surprise!” she gushed. “I was beginning to think you didn’t like me and were avoiding me on purpose. I smiled, though she couldn’t see it. “I've been quite busy. Let’s have lunch,” I said smoothly, ignoring her attempt at playfulness. “I have some time today.” The line went silent for a
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 – 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. “Congratulations, Miss Taylor!” someone called out. “You did it!” another voice chimed in. I blinked, caught off guard. A small smile tugged at my lips as I moved forward, nodding in acknowledgment. “Thank you, but what’s all this about?” 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. “Oh, don’t be so modest, Ava,” she teased, nudging me lightly. “News s
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 – 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 wasn’t 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 – one of Jason and me, taken at a charity gala – I had to force him to take that pict