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
Ava glanced nervously at the clock in the hospital lounge. She hadn’t expected Alexander to come so quickly after their call. Her heart raced as she replayed their brief conversation in her mind. Did she make the right choice, asking him to meet her?The sound of the door creaking open jolted her. Alexander walked in, his presence commanding the small space. He was still dressed in his tailored suit, though his tie was slightly loosened, giving him a more approachable look.Ava stood, clutching her phone. “You didn’t have to come so fast. I know you’re busy.”Alexander crossed the room in a few strides, his gaze soft but intense. “I told you I would always come when you needed me.”She looked away, unsure how to respond. His sincerity both comforted and unsettled her. “I… I just wanted to talk about everything. About us. About Linda.”His jaw tightened slightly at the mention of Linda, but he nodded. “Go ahead. I’m listening.”Ava took a deep breath. “I know there’s a lot we need to s
Ava had always been strong, resilient even in the hardest moments. But after everything that had happened, she felt like she needed to step away from the chaos, to find her own way without the constant pull of Alexander’s presence.She wasn’t going to tell him. Not yet.She packed a small bag, made arrangements at the hospital to take some time off, and left without a word. Her colleagues didn’t ask where she was going. They knew she had been through a lot. But Alexander? He was the one person she couldn't bring herself to face.The days would be hers to reclaim, to breathe and to heal.Back in the city, Alexander was consumed by work, but his mind kept drifting back to Ava. She had disappeared without a trace. No calls, no messages, nothing.He had been worried at first—more than he cared to admit—but as the silence stretched on, his frustration grew. Why wouldn’t she answer him? Where had she gone?He wasn’t used to being left in the dark, not with her. She had always been so transp
Two Months A Lot has happened within those space of timeIt had been three years. Three years of silence. Of searching. Of hoping. Alexander had finally found her—Ava—after all this time. But when he had first reached out, there was no joy, no warmth in her response. Only distance. She had spoken to him, but each word felt like a wall she was putting up between them.The first time he had messaged her, apologizing for everything—what he had done, what he hadn’t done, how he had failed her—she hadn’t responded. Not for days. When she finally did, it was brief.“It’s over, Alexander. We are over.”That had been the first blow. It hurt, more than he had expected, but he couldn’t stop himself. He kept reaching out. He called, he messaged, he wrote letters. Every time, he apologized, hoping for some sign that she was still the woman he knew, that there was still some chance for them.The fifth attempt, she answered with a coldness that stung.“You’ve apologized, but it’s too late. I don’t
The moonlight streamed through the glass panels of the balcony, casting a silvery glow over Ava’s figure. She leaned against the railing, a thin shawl draped over her shoulders, her thoughts adrift. The city below was alive with activity, but Ava felt disconnected, her energy drained by an invisible weight.For weeks, her body had been betraying her—waves of nausea, sudden dizziness, and a sharp aversion to the foods she once loved. Ava chalked it up to exhaustion. After all, navigating her fragile marriage to Alexander while adjusting to her new life was no small feat.The sound of the door opening behind her broke her reverie. Ava turned to see Alexander standing there, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He wasn’t in his usual composed stance; instead, his brows were slightly furrowed, his gaze softer than usual.“You’ve been out here for a while,” he said, stepping closer.“I needed some air,” she replied, offering a small smile.Alexander’s eyes lingered on her, as th
Ava stood before the mirror, brushing her hair with deliberate strokes. Each movement was a rhythm she clung to amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She stared at her reflection—the woman she had become: stronger, colder, yet yearning for the warmth she had long denied herself.A soft knock interrupted her musings."Ava?" Alexander's voice came from the other side. His tone was different—uncertain.She sighed, walked over, and opened the door. Alexander stood there, his eyes dark with something she couldn't place."I couldn't sleep," he said, his voice low. "Can we talk?"Ava folded her arms. "About what?"He stepped closer, but not enough to invade her space. "About... us. About what happened."Her heart tightened. "We've talked enough, Alexander. Words aren't enough."His eyes flickered with pain, but he pressed on. "Then let me show you."Before she could respond, he moved closer and cupped her face gently. His thumb brushed her cheek, and for a moment, she let herself soften. She had
The tension between Ava and Alexander had shifted in the last few weeks, but tonight felt like the true turning point. With each passing day, Alexander had fought to prove his sincerity, and Ava couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in him. His once hardened exterior had softened, his words had become more genuine, and there was an undeniable effort to meet her halfway.As they sat in the same lavishly decorated room where they’d shared so many memories, Ava’s mind wandered, the silence between them a reflection of the years they had spent apart. She glanced at Alexander, who was sitting across from her, his posture straight, yet there was an underlying vulnerability in his eyes. He hadn’t always been the man she’d hoped for, but now, just maybe, he was becoming the man she needed.“You don’t have to keep doing this, you know,” Ava said, breaking the silence. Her voice was softer than she intended, but it was an honesty she felt she needed to offer. “You’ve already made your cho
Ava sat in the lavishly decorated room, her fingers lightly tapping on the table. It had been three years since the fallout with Alexander, and everything had changed. The tension between them was palpable, but so was the undeniable pull that had always existed. Alexander had spent the past months trying to make amends, trying to prove that he was no longer the man who had disregarded her.Tonight, he stood in front of her, the weight of his past actions evident in his eyes. “Ava,” he began, his voice steady but with an underlying vulnerability, “I know I’ve hurt you, more than I can ever put into words. I’m not asking for forgiveness overnight, but I need you to understand… I’m not the same person I was before.”Ava didn’t respond immediately. Her gaze was unwavering as she took in his words, his sincerity. She could see the effort, but there was still a part of her that hesitated. After everything, could she truly believe him again?“What are you going to do about Linda?” Ava asked,
The gala, once a celebration, had quickly become a circus. Ava stood just inside the grand hall, watching the chaos unfold around her. The room buzzed with gossip, whispers cutting through the air like knives. News of the alleged troubles in her marriage to Alexander had spread like wildfire, and now, she was the star of the evening—though not for the reasons anyone had hoped. Linda’s attack had only fueled the fire, and Ava could feel every set of eyes on her as she took a slow, deliberate breath.She straightened her back, forcing herself to stand taller, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor as she walked past a row of reporters. Their cameras flashed at her with relentless speed, eager to catch a glimpse of the woman they saw as a victim, as the trembling wife of the infamous Alexander. But Ava wasn’t the woman they thought they knew. She wasn’t the woman who would cower or give them a scandal. Not tonight.Ava could hear snippets of conversation as she moved through th
Few weeks LaterThe gala hall was alive with the sparkle of luxury, reporters mingling with socialites, all eyes on the glittering figures in the crowd. Ava stood apart, observing the spectacle with a quiet unease. This wasn’t her world. The flashing cameras, the whispers behind delicate fan-shaped hands, the ostentatious displays of wealth—it all felt so foreign to her.But Linda… Linda was in her element.The famous model entered the room like she owned it, every inch of her radiating confidence, her high-end designer dress draped perfectly over her frame. Her presence was magnetic, every movement drawing attention as cameras flashed in her direction. Linda knew how to work the room. She knew how to stay in the headlines, even when she wasn’t trying.Ava watched Linda from the edge of the crowd, her stomach twisting with a mixture of dread and curiosity. Linda was a force—impossible to ignore. But Ava didn’t need to guess what Linda was up to. She could feel it in the air, the way t
The low hum of chatter filled the luxurious lounge of the hotel as Ava entered, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She scanned the room, her gaze locking onto Linda almost instantly. Seated at the center of a small group, Linda exuded confidence, her laughter ringing out like a bell as she entertained her entourage.Ava’s presence didn’t go unnoticed. The moment Linda’s sharp eyes landed on her, the laughter stopped. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, quickly masked by a cool smirk.“Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Pascal,” Linda drawled, rising gracefully from her chair. Her tone was syrupy sweet, but the underlying venom was unmistakable. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”Ava stepped forward, her chin held high. “We need to talk. Privately.”Linda’s brow arched in mock surprise. “Oh? This sounds serious. Ladies, if you’ll excuse me.” She gestured to her companions, who hesitated before reluctantly dispersing.Once they were alone, Linda’s mask of civility dr
The quiet hum of the bathroom fan was the only sound between them as Alexander emerged from the shower, his movements relaxed but purposeful. Ava, standing by the vanity with the phone still clutched tightly in her hand, barely glanced up as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Her thoughts were a chaotic storm, Linda’s cutting words replaying in her mind like a broken record.Alexander, ever observant, caught the subtle stiffness in her posture. “Everything okay?” he asked, running a hand through his damp hair.Ava forced a neutral expression, slipping his phone onto the counter. “Linda called,” she said simply, her tone clipped.His movements stilled for a fraction of a second before he picked up the phone, his brows furrowing slightly. “What did she want?”“She didn’t say,” Ava replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just that it was urgent.”Alexander sighed, placing the phone face down without returning the call. “I’ll deal with it later,” he said, his voice calm but dismissi
Ava was in the middle of tidying up the living room when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught her attention. She glanced toward the window, a flicker of surprise crossing her face as she saw Alexander's car parked ahead of schedule. He was early—far earlier than he usually was for their tense dinners. The moment felt different, charged with anticipation. But as she stood there, her heart racing for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she quickly masked the smile that crept to her lips.It wasn’t like her to feel this way. She'd spent so much time guarding her emotions, building walls between them, but something about tonight felt different. Maybe it was the idea of finally addressing the issues that had been quietly growing between them. Maybe it was the unexpected chance for them to reconnect without the weight of their families hovering over them. Either way, she couldn’t let herself get too hopeful.A moment later, Alexander knocked softly on the door, and without wa