The Morning AfterAva’s eyes fluttered open to the soft light streaming through the curtains. It took her a moment to register her surroundings—the familiar dark wood of the furniture, the faint scent of cedar lingering in the air. But what startled her most was the heavy warmth against her side.She froze, her heart racing as she realized Alexander’s arm was draped over her waist, his body close enough that she could feel his steady breathing. Memories of the night before rushed back—confessing her feelings, the way she’d let her emotions spill over. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in front of him.Carefully, she tilted her head to look at him. His sharp features, softened by sleep, seemed so unlike the guarded man she was used to. She couldn’t help but think how at peace he looked—until his lashes flickered and his eyes opened.For a brief moment, his gaze softened as he took her in, but the wall was back up almost instantly. He pulled his arm away and shifted back, putting space be
Ava wandered through the quiet walls of the mansion, the warmth from her morning coffee doing little to ease the sense of distance lingering between her and Alexander. Their night together had been more than she expected—more than she thought he could have cared . Yet, his cool dismissal that morning left her wondering if it had meant anything to him at all.As she approached his study, she heard low, muffled voices from the slightly ajar door. Curious, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the knob.“...No, I don’t think it’s Linda,” Alexander’s deep voice said. “She’s been loyal for years. This lead doesn’t make sense.”A second voice, one she recognized as Old Man Stan, responded cautiously. “With respect, Alex, loyalty can be deceiving. The connection to the waitress is there—clear as day. I think you should investigate further.”Ava’s breath caught in her throat. Linda? Waitress? What connection? She pressed herself closer to the wall, her pulse quickening.“I said drop it,” Alex
The clock ticked steadily on the wall, the veins, the blinding fear when the men cornered her. And Alexander—his face dark with rage as he stormed in, a protective force shielding her from harm.But now, hours later, that protective moment felt like a distant memory. The man who had shielded her from those predators seemed like a figment of her imagination, overshadowed by the Alexander she knew all too well: cold, distant, and utterly indifferent.The sound of the door creaking open jolted her from her thoughts. She stood abruptly, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress as Alexander entered. He looked as composed as ever, his tie slightly loosened, his sharp features unreadable.“Did you find anything?” Ava asked, her voice breaking the heavy silence.Alexander set his briefcase down on the table, letting out a tired sigh. “Not much. The investigation suggests it was just a careless mistake by one of the waitresses. Someone probably slipped something into your drink without thinking.”
The morning sun filtered through the delicate lace curtains of the grand living room as Grandpa Pascal prepared to leave. Ava stood near the door, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, her heart heavy at the thought of his departure.“You’ve done well, Ava,” Grandpa Pascal said with a warm smile, his kind eyes crinkling at the corners. “But now, it’s time for you and Alexander to figure this out. No relationship thrives without effort from both sides.”Ava nodded, though her throat tightened. His words were meant to reassure, yet they left her feeling exposed. She glanced toward Alexander, who stood a few feet away, his face a mask of polite indifference. His posture was relaxed, his hands buried in his pockets as if he were merely waiting for this interaction to conclude.“Take care of her, Alexander,” Grandpa Pascal said firmly, his tone carrying a warning beneath its warmth.“Of course, Grandpa,” Alexander replied smoothly, his voice devoid of genuine sentiment.As the door
Ava’s mornings had become her sanctuary, a precious reprieve from the invisible wall that separated her and Alexander. As the first rays of light painted the bedroom, she slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to disturb him. It was a ritual now—her way of keeping the peace in a marriage she’d vowed to make work.In the kitchen, she prepared his breakfast with care. Though Alexander rarely acknowledged her efforts, she found solace in the simple act of doing something for him. Perhaps, she thought, one day he’d notice.But today, Alexander did notice. He emerged from the bedroom earlier than usual, his tie slung loosely around his neck, his hair still damp from a quick shower. Ava paused, startled to see him there.“You’re up early,” she said, her voice soft.“I have a meeting,” he replied, his tone neutral. But his gaze lingered on the table.A plate of freshly made omelets, toast, and a cup of his favorite coffee sat waiting for him. Ava’s heart fluttered with a mix of hope and anx
Ava woke to the unfamiliar warmth of Alexander’s arms draped around her. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to bask in the intimacy, hoping that last night had been the turning point in their tumultuous marriage.When Alexander stirred, his gaze softened as it landed on her. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.Her heart fluttered at the rare gentleness in his tone. “Good morning,” she replied, smiling tentatively.They shared a quiet breakfast, a stark contrast to their usual tense interactions. For once, it felt like they were a real couple. Ava dared to believe they could build on this fragile connection.Days passed, and though Alexander remained distant in small ways, Ava clung to the hope that their relationship was improving. Determined to deepen their bond, she decided to surprise him by organizing his office—something she knew he wouldn’t do himself.It was during this innocent act of affection that she stumbled upon the medical report. As she read the
Alexander had never felt so numb in his life. The moment he had discovered the truth about Ava’s sacrifice—her giving him her eye—he felt a surge of regret and guilt that swallowed him whole. But nothing could have prepared him for the blow that came next.It started as a normal visit to the hospital. He had just received confirmation that Ava had been admitted, and in a desperate attempt to make things right, he arrived to apologize. Yet, upon his arrival, he was greeted by chaos. Alarms blared, nurses and doctors rushed past him in a blur, and the smell of smoke filled the air.A fire had broken out in the ward where Ava had been recovering.His heart dropped. Panic surged through his veins as he rushed toward the ward.But it was too late. The flames had consumed the area, and Ava was nowhere to be found. No one knew where she had gone. There were no signs of her in the burn ward, no mention of her being transferred. His chest tightened as the dread of losing her for good threatene
Three years had passed since Ava’s disappearance, but to Alexander, it felt like a lifetime. The fire that had destroyed the hospital where Ava had been recovering—the same fire that had stolen her from him—was still a wound he couldn’t touch without bleeding. He had come to understand the emptiness that had settled in his chest, a void that had only grown with each passing day.In the days after the fire, Alexander had thrown himself into work, pretending to bury the guilt, the heartbreak, the regret. But it was impossible to avoid the truth. He had made a terrible mistake. Ava had sacrificed everything for him—her career, her health, her love. And what had he given her in return? A cold marriage, neglect, and the ultimate betrayal when he had chosen Linda over her.Now, as the years went by, that choice haunted him, and Alexander was determined to make things right, even if it meant swallowing his pride and facing the painful truth.He had spent countless hours, months even, seeking
The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the neighborhood as Alexander made his way home. His hands gripped the steering wheel, his mind racing with anticipation. Ava's due date was approaching quickly, and every day felt like a countdown. Despite all the preparations, he couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anxiety creeping in. He wasn’t scared of the responsibility. He was terrified of losing them—Ava, the twins. The thought had gnawed at him for months, and now, as he pulled into their driveway, it all felt too real.His phone buzzed on the seat beside him. My baby love flashed across the screen. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Ava must be getting impatient; he was only a few minutes from home, but it seemed like the entire world had shifted in these last few weeks, time stretching and contracting with every passing hour.He reached for his phone, hands still on the wheel.“Hey baby, I’m almost home. You don’t…” His voice trailed off as the car
Ava’s eyes fluttered open, the harsh hospital lights blinding her for a moment. Her head felt heavy, and her limbs felt foreign, as if they didn’t quite belong to her. She was surrounded by the rhythmic beeping of machines and distant voices. It all seemed muffled, like she was underwater, struggling to reach the surface.But then, she felt something. A warm, comforting pressure on her hand. She turned her head, and there he was—Alexander. His face was so close, inches away, his dark eyes staring at her with an intensity that sent a flutter of nerves through her chest. His hand was wrapped firmly around hers, holding it with a strength that made her feel both safe and vulnerable. His other hand brushed through her hair, gently sweeping it back from her face, his touch so tender it made her heart ache.“Ava,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re awake.”Ava blinked, trying to gather her strength. She gave him a weak smile, wanting to reassure him, even though her body fe
Ava's world was a blur.Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy as she forced them open, her vision swimming with shapes and shadows. The air smelled damp, thick with something metallic—blood, perhaps. Her head throbbed like it had been split in two, and her limbs felt like they didn’t belong to her anymore.Then, through the haze, a figure appeared.Linda.Her lips curled into a victorious smirk, her sharp eyes brimming with cruel satisfaction.Ava blinked hard, but the scene remained the same. Linda was standing over her, dressed in an elegant white dress, looking completely untouched by the filth and darkness surrounding them. Her blonde curls were perfect, her makeup flawless, as if she had walked right out of a palace and into this nightmare.But it wasn’t Linda’s beauty that made Ava’s stomach churn—it was the expression on her face.She had won. And she knew it."Finally awake?" Linda’s voice dripped with amusement, her arms crossed as she studied Ava like a cat watching a wounded bi
Linda’s pulse pounded as she stood before Alexander, waiting for his reaction. His silence stretched between them, thick and unreadable, his piercing gaze drilling into her. For the first time in years, she couldn’t decipher what he was thinking.She had expected anger. Maybe a confrontation, accusations. Instead, he did something she never saw coming.He smiled.Not the cold, sharp-edged smirk she had seen before. No. This was slow, almost lazy, as if he had unraveled some great truth.Linda hesitated, thrown off.“I must have worried you,” she murmured, masking her unease with a breathy chuckle. “You’ve been gone all night. What happened?”Alexander exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand through his hair. His posture, once stiff with controlled fury, now eased into something almost vulnerable.“I lost my temper,” he admitted, voice low, as if exhausted. “I’ve been chasing shadows, letting my emotions control me.”He took a step closer, and Linda held her breath. His tone had shifted—softer,
Alexander sat in the dimly lit study, eyes fixated on the laptop screen while Liam worked tirelessly beside him. Neither of them had slept.Sleep was a luxury they couldn’t afford—not when Ava was missing.The room was silent except for the sound of Liam’s fingers flying across the keyboard, searching through databases, cross-checking records, and digging deeper than ever before. Alexander’s mind, however, was in chaos. His chest was heavy, his thoughts dark.Ava had been acting off before she disappeared, and he had ignored it.Now, every interaction replayed in his head—her distant stares, her hesitation when she spoke, the way she avoided his touch. He should have paid more attention.Liam suddenly inhaled sharply, breaking the silence.“I found something,” he said, his voice tense.Alexander straightened, eyes sharp. “Talk.”Liam turned the laptop toward him. On the screen was a list of hotel logs, timestamps, and security reports.“The Mayfair Hotel,” Liam murmured. “She was ther
"I believe you are delighted to see me in here. I am the rightful madam of this mansion, and you will do all I tell you without an ounce of resistance. Did I make myself clear?"Linda’s voice rang through the grand living room, filled with arrogance. She sat comfortably on the luxurious couch, legs crossed, smirking as she addressed Monica, the housekeeper.Monica, an elderly woman who had been a part of the household for decades, stood still, her hands clasped together. Though her face remained neutral, there was defiance in her eyes. She had served this household with loyalty and care, and now, here was Linda—someone she never respected—demanding authority.The evil that has been circulating around her young master for years, and she was more than happy Ava became the wife because if not, things would never remain the same.Linda’s lips curled further at Monica’s silence. "I asked a question. Did I make myself clear?"Before Monica could respond, heavy footsteps echoed from the gran
The door to the mansion closed behind him with a soft thud, but the weight in Alexander's chest was anything but soft. His mind buzzed, reeling from the conversation with Linda. Her words echoed in his mind over and over, suffocating him, dragging him further down with each repetition."You betrayed her, Alexander. You had to know it would come to this."He stumbled through the grand hallway of the mansion, his footsteps heavy, dragging him toward the one place he had hoped he would never find himself again—the bedroom. But it was here, in the silence of the room, that his mind went blank. He leaned against the door frame, unable to fully process what Linda had said.“If only I had known.”The thought kept repeating itself like a mantra. He had been so consumed by his own insecurities, so lost in the façade of control, that he never stopped to consider the consequences of his actions.Had he truly betrayed Ava’s trust?The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel the
Alexander tapped his fingers restlessly on the couch, his jaw tightening with every passing second. His phone sat beside him, the screen dark. He had tried calling Ava more times than he could count in the last few hours, but now, the calls weren’t even going through.At first, she had ignored them—he was sure of it. The line had rung, but she never answered. Then, it had gone silent. No ring, no voicemail. Nothing.His frustration deepened. His mind ran in circles, conjuring worst-case scenarios.Where was she?Was she still angry? Had she booked a hotel just to get away from him?That was something Ava would do. She had a stubborn streak, and after their argument, he wouldn’t put it past her to stay out just to make a point.But—she should have at least texted.She knew he’d worry. She knew he wouldn’t rest until he knew she was safe.Alexander exhaled harshly, rubbing his temples. His patience was wearing thin, and so was his ability to stay calm.The house was eerily quiet except
Ava stepped out into the open air, inhaling deeply. The crisp morning breeze carried a hint of damp earth, mingling with the faint scent of gasoline from passing cars. The sky was a dull gray, heavy with clouds that threatened rain, but she barely noticed.Her head was a tangled mess, emotions running rampant like a storm she couldn’t control.Sliding into the driver’s seat of her car, she gripped the steering wheel, closing her eyes for a second. Breathe, Ava. Just breathe.She had left the house without a clear destination, but one thing was certain—she needed space. She needed clarity.And she wasn’t going to let things remain this messy.The engine purred to life, and she pulled onto the road, not speeding, not rushing—just driving. The city was awake, the streets filled with people who had their own struggles, their own battles.For the first time in days, she wasn’t drowning in the overwhelming pain of betrayal. Instead, she let herself think.Rewind.Everything started with Ale