LAURA'S POV I couldn’t stand the way Jason kept his eyes glued to Ava. Every time she laughed with Alex, I could see the jealousy burning in his eyes. His grip on his glass tightened, his jaw clenched. He was trying so hard to hide it, but I saw it all. It was pathetic and annoying at the same time. I was sitting right next to him, but it was like I didn’t even exist. He didn’t even spare me a glance or respond to me. Why does she always get all his attention? Why can't he just forget her? I wanted to yell at him, but I kept it inside. Instead, I turned my gaze to Ava, sitting there so calm, drinking water like she was so perfect. She thought she was better than me, didn’t she? I couldn’t stand it anymore. I leaned in closer, making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone nearby both those standing and the few seated to hear. “Ava, why are you drinking water at a cocktail party?” I asked, my words filled with venom. “Shouldn’t you be drinking something like wine? Or at
AVA'S POV Last night had been one hell of a night. I had avoided Jason all through, I didn’t want anything to ruin my evening, so I focused all my attention on Alex. I didn’t even realize when Jason and Laura slipped away from the party. It didn't matter. I told myself it was just one more thing that proved he wasn't going to change and that he didn't deserve a place in our lives, mine and the baby's. He could do whatever he wanted, I didn't care anymore. I was actually glad Alex came to the party last night. His presence was a good distraction. Talking to him made the night enjoyable, even fun. He made me laugh wholeheartedly, something I hadn't done in a while. I can’t even remember the last time I felt that good. Alex was indeed a perfect gentleman who knew how to treat a woman properly. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Ava? Are you awake?” Sally's voice rang out from outside the door. I winced from the pain in my head. I didn't know why it hur
AVA'S POV It had only been a minute since I’d passed his room and seen Laura lying on his bed dressed in a seductive nightwear and now here he was, in my room, asleep, as if nothing had happened. I didn’t know what to feel – anger, confusion, or something else. But one thing was for sure: I was pissed and felt irritated. How dare he lie in my bed with his filthy body? I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand moved before I even thought about it, and I slapped him hard across the face. The sound of it echoed through the quiet room, sharp and deafening. Jason shot up in bed, his eyes wide with shock, trying to process what had just happened. The look on his face showed he couldn't believe I could slap him. "Ava… what..." His voice was still heavy with sleep, and he rubbed his cheek where I’d slapped him, looking at me like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t figure out. I crossed my arms, trying to keep my cool, but it was hard. I could feel my fist clenching, the anger I fe
LAURA'S POV Jason’s words echoed in my head, each word felt like sharp blades cutting through me. For a second, I thought I’d heard him wrong. But no, the truth was painfully clear. He had just announced his marriage to Ava in front of the entire company. My hands gripped the edge of the table so hard that my knuckles turned white but I forced my face to remain calm, even though anger was building up inside me like a storm. How could he do this to me? Humiliate me like this? Everyone in the company thought I was his secret wife. Now, what would they think of me? A mistress? A desperate woman chasing another woman's husband? My jaw tightened, and my nails dug into the table. The dining area buzzed with whispers and shocked murmurs, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart.After refusing to touch me last night and even calling Ava's name while drunk, as if that wasn't enough he had to do this to me. Jason stood there, calm and collected like he hadn’t just shattered m
AVA'S POV The moment Laura walked out of the dining area, the room grew quiet, but the silence didn’t last long. Everyone’s attention turned to me. I could feel their eyes on me some envious, some whispering to the person beside them. "So Ava is the CEO's wife? OMG! That's so shocking. She's so lucky," a colleague whispered to the next person sitting beside her. I'm not sure how I even heard that since they were whispering but somehow I did. It's one of those strange things about me being able to hear whispers that no one else can. But no, she was wrong. I wasn't lucky at all. I thought I was but the past few months have made me realize I wasn't. Their stares felt heavier than ever, making me want to shrink into my chair. Jason's eyes met mine for a brief moment but I quickly looked away. Wait... was this what he meant by proving he loves me? Announcing our marriage now? It was too late. His words didn’t mean anything to me anymore. Nothing he did could change my mind.
AVA’S POV I ignored him and walked past him with steady steps. Sally stayed right beside me. I could feel his eyes on my back, heavy and intense, but I refused to turn around. A few months ago, I would have hesitated, unsure of how to act around him, afraid of upsetting him. But not anymore. I had accepted things as they were. Jason could stare all he wanted, but I wasn’t going to react the way he expected. As we reached the volleyball area, the sound of laughter and cheering filled the air. The golden sand was warm beneath my feet, and for a moment, the lively atmosphere made me feel lighter. “Ava.” I looked up to see Alex approaching with a relaxed expression and a smile etched on his face. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice warm with concern. “Are you okay now?” I tilted my head slightly, surprised by his question. I didn’t remember telling him anything was wrong with me. But then I recalled – at the cocktail party, he had noticed how tense I was, and I had
JASON'S POV I stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Ava my wife had yelled at me in front of everyone – in front of my employees. Not just yelled at me, but looked at me like I was nothing like I had done something unforgivable. And all because of Alex Grey. I could still see it so clearly. The way she rushed to his side, the way she touched him, the way she helped him up like he was the only one that mattered. And worst of all she didn’t even look back at me. How could she tend to another man that way in my presence? I had just revealed to everyone that she was my wife and she does this in front of the same people I just told about our marriage. Lines creased my forehead as anger boiled beneath my skin. The whispers around me were getting louder, but I couldn’t make out the words. I didn’t need to. I knew what they were saying. I gritted my teeth, my jaw tightening. I wanted to shut them all up, to make the
AVA'S POV I walked back to the beach with Alex and Sally after helping Alex with his injury. My heart still felt heavy from what had happened earlier. I knew Jason had deliberately hit the ball so hard towards Alex to hurt him, and I had a feeling it was because of me. That's why I felt responsible for making sure he got treated. But now, as I glanced at Alex beside me, I could see he was still in pain, even though he tried to act fine. “You really should be in bed resting,” I said, frowning at him. “I told you to stay back.” Alex chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “And miss all the fun? Nahhh...I’ll be fine, Ava.” I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. He was stubborn, just like Jason. But at least Alex listened sometimes. Jason… Jason only does what he wants, without listening to anyone. The crowd on the beach was still gathered around, some playing, some talking while others were relaxing and enjoying the cool ocean breeze. Alex excused himself and went to joi
AVA'S POV It had been hours since that email came in, and I still couldn’t stop smiling. Not even a little. Vogue. Freaking Vogue. Every time I thought about it, my cheeks hurt a little more from grinning like an idiot. I should’ve been tired. I should’ve curled up and napped or maybe done something productive. But I didn’t want the moment to pass without doing something with it. And then it hit me – Emma. I hadn’t picked her up from school in a while. Rose usually handled it with her usual grace and mom's energy, but today… I wanted to do it myself. I tossed on some jeans and a soft cream knit sweater – something simple but still presentable. The weather was light enough for flats, and my hair was still air-dried from the bath earlier, tucked behind my ears. I didn’t even bother with makeup. Just lip balm and a little smile I couldn’t get rid of. The school wasn’t far, and traffic wasn’t terrible for once. When I got there and stepped out of the car, I scanned the small crowd
JASON’S POVThe moment they all noticed my presence, chairs pushed back and everyone stood up fast like soldiers waiting for orders. No one said a word. The air felt heavy, like the tension had soaked into the walls and the only sound heard was the low hum of the AC above.I looked around the table every face tight with nerves. Some tried to look busy. Some looked right at me. But when my eyes landed on Laura again, she looked away fast, pretending to focus on her notepad.I walked straight to the head of the table, pulled out my chair, and sat down. Everyone else followed. Laura was the last to sit. She moved slowly like her body knew what was coming even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.I opened the folder in front of me and flipped a few pages. The sound echoed in the silence. No one dared speak. I didn’t rush. I let the quiet stretch. Let it press on everyone’s shoulders a little more. A few people glanced at each other. I caught Steph glancing toward Ben. Laura’s fingers
JASON’S POVI ended the call and tossed the phone on my desk. It landed with a loud thud. Steph and Ben stood there like statues like they were too scared to even blink. The room was thick with silence, and I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. “Steph, you can go,” I said, not even looking at her. She hesitated. “Uh… sir, my phone?” I looked down and realized I was still holding it. I picked it up from the desk and handed it to her without a word. She grabbed it and practically sprinted out of the office. I didn’t blame her. I could be very scary when I am angry. Ben shifted a little like he wasn’t sure if it was safe to speak. “Should I still gather the design team?” he asked quietly. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the wall for a second. I let out a slow breath, trying to cool the anger in my chest before I answered. “Push it back one hour.” Ben blinked. “One hour?” “I said one hour. We wait for Laura.” I said, my voice s
JASON’S POV I slammed the tablet on my desk so hard that Ben flinched. “Have you seen this crap?” I barked. Ben shifted awkwardly, standing a little straighter. “Yes, sir. It’s all over the internet.” I dragged a hand down my face, then leaned over the tablet again, jaw clenched. The headline burned into his eyes. I stared at the screen, my fists clenched. Every word in that article made my blood boil. “Storm Management Faces Backlash After Campbell's Group Runway Disaster.” “Campbell Group’s designs labeled uninspired, rushed, and low-quality.” And then the photos. One of Storm's management top models in Milan walked down the runway while the sides of her dress split wide open. I could see the moment on her face – shock, embarrassment, trying to stay professional while the cameras flashed. It was a disaster. A very public one. And my company’s name was all over it. Everyone in the world already knew about it. Beneath that, editorials ripped the collection apart. “Un
AVA’S POV I arrived at the hotel and it was ridiculous. In a good way. Like, over-the-top, velvet-everywhere, fountain-in-the-lobby kind of ridiculous. The kind of place that didn’t just want to impress you – it wanted to slap you in the face with money and say, this is how the other half lives. I’d been in luxury spaces before, obviously, but this one was on a different level. It was the kind of place you don’t just walk into – you glide, like you’re supposed to belong. A sharply dressed concierge met me the moment I walked in, addressed me by name, and immediately led me to the elevator without asking any questions. It was like she knew me already. No waiting, no nonsense. Just pure efficiency wrapped in gold trim. I took a quiet breath as the elevator rose. I don’t know why I was nervous. I shouldn’t have been. This was my world. This was what I did. I have met a lot of important people – she wasn't the first and she wouldn't be the last. Still… I guess something about bei
AVA'S POV TWO DAYS LATER I walked into the office just after seven, coffee in hand and hair properly styled. The city outside was still waking up, but I was already halfway through my to-do list. It felt good to be early – like I had a head start on the day. The tightness in my chest wasn’t there anymore I won't say it was fully gone, but it was looser somehow. Lighter. Maybe it was because the storm had finally calmed down. The interview, the red carpet buzz, Sienna’s support – it all helped. So did the talk with Alex. We’d cleared the air. Things didn’t feel as tense between us anymore, and I could breathe without second-guessing everything I said around him. But of course, there was still one problem. One name that kept showing up on my phone like an itch I couldn’t reach. Jason. He was blowing up my phone with calls, texts, and even voice notes, though I never listened to those. He didn’t stop. Every morning, I’d tell myself, Just block him, Ava. Be done with it. And
AVA’S POV I watched Alex walk into the sitting room. He looked tired like he had a lot on his mind, but he still managed a small smile. I followed him, and we both sat down on the couch. For a few seconds, it was quiet between us. Just the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen and the voice of a man speaking on the television. Then he turned his head to look at me. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. I blinked. “Yeah… why?” He gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. You’ve just been… different lately.” I tilted my head. “Different how?” I asked, even though I already knew what he meant. “You’re uncomfortable,” he said simply, looking me in the eyes. “With me.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but I hesitated. He looked serious. Like he’d been thinking about this for a while. “I’m not uncomfortable,” I said, even though my voice sounded unsure. “Ava,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I know you. You can say whatever you want, but I can feel it. You’ve been pulling back ever
ALEX’S POV The second the words left my mouth "Which one?” I knew I’d set something off. But I didn’t care. I was angry. I’d been quietly sitting there, watching Jason and Ava relive their memories like they were the stars of some perfect little love story. Laughing, finishing each other’s sentences. Remembering things that didn’t include me. And it made my heart clench because, after all these years of being close to Ava, we didn’t have anything like that. Not one fun moment. Not one memory that could make a room go quiet. And now Laura – Laura had the nerve to stand there and try to paint Jason as Mason’s father. Right in front of me. The nerve she has. She stiffened. Her fingers twitched around Mason’s juice box. Her lips parted like she had something to say, but no words came out. Everyone just stared. Then, without saying anything, she stood up so fast her chair scraped the ground. “Mason,” she said quickly, forcing a smile as she gathered him up into her arms. “L
AVA’S POV The sun was already warming up the day, so we found a quiet spot near the edge of the park, shaded by tall trees. A few picnic tables were scattered beneath them, and we claimed one. The breeze made the leaves sway, casting shifting shadows across the bench. I sat first, setting Emma down beside me. She wasted no time cracking open her little lunchbox, digging through it like it was a treasure. Her curls, packed into a ponytail, bounced as she hummed a tune, entirely in her own world. I smiled and gently pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. Jason came over with a sandwich in one hand, clearly planning to sit next to me. I didn’t say a word – I just shifted slightly and tapped the bench on the other side of Emma. “Sit here, sweetheart,” I said softly, nudging her toward me. Jason hesitated, sandwich mid-air, then gave this lazy little chuckle like nothing had happened. “Guess I would be standing,” he said. Emma giggled, not catching the subtext. “You can sit o