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
Three years had passed since Ava disappeared, but for Alexander Pascal, every day without her felt like an eternity. Now, as he stood before her door, the world around him blurred into insignificance. His hand lingered on the edge of the doorframe where she had left him standing moments ago, waiting for her answer. And then, like the faintest crack of light in a dark tunnel, she stepped aside.“Come in,” she said, her voice even, neither inviting nor dismissive.Alexander hesitated before crossing the threshold. It was the first time he’d seen her in years. Ava’s hair was shorter, her posture straighter, her eyes harder—but they were still the same eyes that had once looked at him with an unguarded love he’d taken for granted. Inside, the air was warm and faintly scented with lavender. It was nothing like the cold, sterile penthouse they had once shared.Ava motioned to a modest couch. “Whatever you came to say, say it.”Her tone was clipped, a stark contrast to the warmth of her home
Ava had always found solace in the quiet hours after a long day at the hospital. The rhythmic beeping of machines, the hushed voices of her colleagues, and the sterile scent of the surgical ward were familiar, almost comforting. Since leaving Alexander, she had poured herself into her work, earning a reputation as one of the most skilled and empathetic doctors in the city. She had become a fixture at St. Michael's Hospital, her expertise and compassion lauded by her colleagues and patients alike. But the accolades, the praise, none of it filled the hollow space inside her that had once been occupied by the love she’d thought was real. Despite her success, Ava couldn’t entirely escape the shadows of her past. The memories of Alexander—their life together, the pain of betrayal, and the loss of their child—haunted her in quiet moments. But she had learned to push them aside. The past was behind her. She wasn’t the same woman she had been four years ago. And yet, there were times whe
The restaurant buzzed with muted conversations as Ava adjusted her blazer, her eyes flitting over the elegant setup. Across from her, Liam leaned back in his chair, flashing an easy smile.“This is nice,” he said, gesturing to the candlelit table. “I wasn’t sure you’d accept.”Ava smirked, swirling her water glass. “Why wouldn’t I? We’ve worked together for months now. Besides, I could use a distraction.”Liam chuckled. “Fair enough. But I wasn’t sure if you’d enjoy a simple dinner, given how—”“How what?” Ava tilted her head, her curiosity piqued.“How accomplished you are,” Liam finished. “You’re a force in the operating room, Ava. It’s hard to imagine you slowing down.”“Everyone needs to breathe sometimes,” Ava replied, a wistful smile playing on her lips.She hadn’t expected to find herself here—starting over in L City, far from the tangled web of her past. And yet, tonight felt... peaceful. Almost.Outside, Alexander’s fists clenched at his sides as he stared at the restaurant e
Ava leaned against her kitchen counter, absently stirring her tea. The events of the evening played on a loop in her mind: Alexander’s sudden reappearance, Linda’s arrogant smirk, and the unsettling feeling of being followed.Her phone sat on the counter, buzzing with the same message she’d been staring at for the last ten minutes.We need to talk.She didn’t need to guess who it was. Alexander’s presence at the restaurant was no coincidence, and neither was the cryptic message. He’d found her.Ava exhaled sharply, setting the mug down with a clink. How dare he show up now? After years of silence, years of rebuilding herself from the wreckage he’d left behind. She had moved on—or at least tried to. Yet, there he was, pulling her back into his orbit with nothing more than a text.Her phone buzzed again, jolting her from her thoughts. This time, it was a call.Ignoring the call, Ava turned toward the living room, but a knock at the door stopped her mid-step.Her heart jumped. It was lat
Ava's heart raced as she approached her apartment door that evening, but this time, it wasn't fear that consumed her. Instead, it was curiosity. After the strange knock earlier, she'd braced herself for something sinister.But when she opened the door, all she found was a bouquet.The arrangement was stunning—roses, lilies, and soft sprays of baby’s breath nestled in an elegant vase. A small card peeked out from between the blooms. Ava hesitated before picking it up, her fingers trembling slightly.“For everything I can’t say yet—A.”Her breath caught in her throat. Alexander.She placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter, unsure of what to feel. Was this an apology? A peace offering? Or just another way to confuse her? She decided not to overthink it. Tonight, she needed rest.The Morning AfterAva woke to sunlight streaming through her curtains. For the first time in days, she felt a sense of calm. Her night had been quiet, no strange knocks or texts to disrupt her.As she prepared
Ava pulled into her apartment’s parking lot, the eerie sensation of being watched still lingering in the back of her mind. She turned off the ignition, letting the silence settle around her. The dim lights of the parking lot flickered, casting long shadows over the rows of parked cars. She glanced at her rearview mirror, half-expecting to see someone step out of the shadows.But there was no one. Just her nerves playing tricks on her again.“Get a grip, Ava,” she murmured, shaking her head as she stepped out of the car. She locked the door and walked briskly toward the building’s entrance, her heels clicking against the pavement.Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes tracked her every move. Hidden in the shadows, a man dressed in dark, nondescript clothing reached for his earpiece.“She’s inside,” he said quietly. “All clear for tonight.”On the other end of the line, Alexander sat in his study, leaning forward in his chair as he listened to the report. His fingers drummed lightly agains
Ava placed her phone down after reading the latest email from her investigator. The report confirmed everything—Linda’s string of affairs, underhanded deals, and exploitation of Alexander’s connections to boost her career.“She’s been doing this for years,” Ava said to herself, disgusted.Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her apartment door. She opened it to find Dr. Liam Brooks, her colleague from the hospital, holding a small container of food.“I figured you’d be too busy to cook today,” Liam said with a warm smile. “Hope you don’t mind.”Ava stepped aside to let him in. “You’re a lifesaver, Liam. Come on in.”Liam placed the container on the kitchen counter and turned to her. “You’ve been looking stressed lately. Anything you want to talk about?”Ava hesitated, not wanting to drag him into her messy personal life. “It’s just… work and some personal stuff. Nothing I can’t handle.”He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Well, you know where to find me if you need an ea
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
Ava ran, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird desperate for escape. The cold marble floor barely registered beneath her bare feet as she fled down the hallway, her vision blurred by the tears streaming down her face.Her sobs were muffled, strangled by the lump in her throat.She didn't stop until she reached the master bedroom. All instincts gone , has she forgot that she was pregnant.Slamming the door shut behind her, she fumbled with the lock, twisting it with shaky fingers. The soft click echoed in the silence, a fragile barrier between her and the man on the other side.Alexander.He was already there.She could feel him pressing against the door, his presence suffocating even without sight. His voice was urgent, pleading. "Ava, open the door. Please. Let me explain."But she didn’t want to hear it.All of it—lies.He had told her he was heading out to finalize their vacation plans. A vacation that was meaningless now. How had he ended up with Linda instead? T
The night air carried a faint chill, mingling with the soft hum of the city beyond the towering glass walls of the penthouse suite. Dim lights cast long shadows across the luxurious space, flickering like ghosts on the smooth marble floors. It was the perfect stage for a well-orchestrated plan, one that had been carefully set in motion long before tonight.Linda stood near the window, her slender fingers lightly tracing the rim of a wine glass. Her lips curled into a smirk as she turned her gaze toward the man standing across the room.Alexander.She had him right where she wanted him.He was as guarded as ever, his sharp eyes scanning the room with suspicion, but that didn’t matter. He had made a mistake coming here, and soon, he would realize just how grave of a mistake it was.Alexander didn’t know what awaited him, the trap set in delicate precision. He thought he was here to put an end to things, to erase the blackmail that had kept him tethered to her grasp. But Linda had no int
Alexander lay beside Ava, his arm securely wrapped around her as she slept. He had already instructed Monica to prepare something light in case Ava woke up hungry later. She had barely eaten anything before going to bed, and knowing her, she might wake up in the middle of the night craving food.But despite the warmth of Ava in his arms, Alexander’s mind was far from peaceful. Linda. The name alone made his jaw tighten. Her constant messages, the late-night calls, the way she clung to the past like it was all she had—it was draining him. He had to find a way to put an end to it for good.Yet, deep down, he hesitated. He knew Linda wasn’t in a good place. She had her own demons to fight, and a part of him felt guilty for wanting to cut her off completely. But then he glanced down at Ava, who sighed softly in her sleep, and he knew where his priorities lay.Sighing, Alexander closed his eyes. He tightened his grip on Ava, pulling her closer, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest
“Who was it?” Ava asked, her voice soft but laced with curiosity, just as Alexander had predicted.Alexander’s chest tightened for a moment, a slow sigh escaping his lips. They had reached the point where lying shouldn’t be necessary anymore, but something about this, about the situation, made it harder for him to tell the whole truth. He’d never been one to hide things from her, but this? This was different.The truth about Linda was something he couldn’t bring up. Not now. Not with everything already fragile between them. He could already imagine the way Ava’s eyes would darken with worry, the way her mind would spiral into doubt and fear. He didn’t want that for her, not tonight. He couldn’t risk it. The weight of his secret was heavy, but he would carry it alone if it meant protecting her from that pain.“Oh, it’s just work,” he replied quickly, trying to keep his voice steady, his face neutral. “But I’ve taken care of it. It’s no issue at all.”Ava didn’t seem fully convinced, bu