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Chapter 28 An Angry Tommy
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President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 29 Missed Call
I woke up to an empty bed, the cold sheets beside me a stark reminder that Ava was gone. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm the void that had settled in my chest. I rubbed my forehead, the spot where she had kissed—or rather, pecked—me before she left still tingling. A small, bitter smile tugged at my lips. It was the first time in a long while that I had felt her touch, and I hated how much I missed it. Memories of that day flashed through my mind—the day when everything changed. I had been handed a picture of Ava, naked with another man. My heart had shattered, and in my anger, I had thrown her out. I had convinced myself that she had betrayed me, that she had broken the vows we had made to each other. But deep down, even as I watched her walk out the door, I regretted it. My anger had been like a raging fire, consuming every rational thought, every ounce of trust I had ever had in her. It wasn’t until later, after the rage had subsided
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 30 Playtime
After finishing the last of the cookies, Tommy leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his little face. I could see the gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me, his excitement barely contained. “Mommy, can we go swimming now? Please?” Tommy’s voice was eager, his small hands already reaching for mine. I glanced over at Richard, who was sitting across from us at the table. He had been unusually quiet during the meal, his gaze focused on the plate in front of him. The tension between us had been palpable ever since we moved back in together, but we had both made an effort for Tommy’s sake. Swimming together… that would be another test of our ability to coexist peacefully. Tommy’s request hung in the air for a moment, and I could see Richard’s hesitation. His brows furrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to protest, but then he caught my eye. There was something in his expression—a mix of weariness and resignation—that made him pause. “Sure,
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 31 Han's Evil Plan
Han's POV I stood at the window, my breath shallow and uneven, watching them below as they splashed in the pool. Ava’s laughter rang out, pure and joyous, carried up to me by the gentle breeze that made the trees sway lazily. My nails dug into the palms of my hands, clenched into tight fists at my sides, as I struggled to keep the anger from boiling over. How could she be so carefree? How could she dare to enjoy this happiness when it should have been mine? My eyes narrowed, and I felt my jaw tighten as I saw Richard’s hand brush against Ava’s arm. A wave of jealousy surged through me, so intense that I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, but I barely noticed it. All I could see was the way Richard looked at her, the softness in his gaze that once belonged to me. The scene below felt like a knife twisting in my gut, each moment of their happiness cutting deeper into my soul. I could feel the heat of my an
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 32 Begining Again
After finally putting Tommy to sleep, I tiptoed out of his room, gently closing the door behind me. It had been a long day, and the cool sheets of my bed beckoned to me. But first, I needed a hot shower to wash away the exhaustion that clung to my body. The remnants of chlorine from the pool clung to my skin, making me feel sticky and uncomfortable. As I walked to my room, the quiet of the house settled around me like a comforting blanket. Once inside my room, I peeled off my swimsuit and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over my shoulders, soothing my tired muscles and washing away the tension that had built up throughout the day. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth sink into me, and tried not to think about Richard. It had been so long since he had come to my room, so long since we had shared anything more than polite conversation. The distance between us had grown wider with each passing day, and I had resigned myself to it, burying the hurt deep inside me w
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 33 The Threat
Han's Pov I met up with him today. His face was marked by a deep, ugly scar that made him look even more menacing. He wasted no time getting to the point. "If you want me to carry out what you asked, I need the money," he said, his voice cold and demanding. I felt a surge of panic. "I don’t have any money right now," I replied, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered. Without warning, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, cutting off my air. "Listen here," he snarled, tightening his hold, "if you don’t give me that money within the next three days, I’ll tell everyone how you killed your stepsister." Fear coursed through me, but anger flared up as well. I tried to push him away, gasping out, "Is it just me who killed her? We both did it! Don’t try to put all the blame on me!" He smirked, his grip still painfully tight around my neck. "You always think you’re so smart, don’t you? But here’s the thing—you’re not like me. I’ve been to prison before. I know how to get in
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 34 Being Independent
Ava's Pov We were sitting on the living room floor, Tommy proudly showing me the collection of leaves he’d gathered at the park. His little hands were busy sorting them by size and color, his face glowing with excitement. Each leaf had a story, and he was eager to share them all with me. “This one,” Tommy said, holding up a bright red leaf, “is the best one, Mama. I found it right by the big tree where the squirrels play. Do you think we can keep it forever?” I smiled at his enthusiasm, gently brushing my fingers over the leaf. “Of course we can, sweetheart. We’ll press it between some heavy books and make sure it stays just as beautiful as it is now.” Tommy’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands together. “Yay! I can’t wait to tell Papa when he comes back from his shower.” I nodded, but as I glanced up, my eyes caught the clock on the wall. My heart skipped a beat. It was almost two. “Tommy, I need to get ready for work,” I said, standing up quickly. I could see the slight dis
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 35 Meeting Her Father
Ava's Pov I was exhausted after finishing my shift that evening, my feet aching from standing for hours. But there was a sense of satisfaction that came with clocking out as the night shift worker arrived to take over. I signed out and stepped through the front door of the restaurant, feeling the cool evening air wash over me. The city buzzed around me, the sounds of cars and distant conversations filling the air as I stood on the curb, waiting for a cab. I pulled my coat tighter around me, my thoughts drifting back to Richard and the argument we had earlier. His words still echoed in my mind, his controlling tone, the way he tried to dictate where I should work and who I should work for. Who does he think he is? The nerve of him to try and decide my life for me. Frustration bubbled up inside me, but I tried to push it down. This wasn’t the time to dwell on that. As I was lost in my thoughts, a sleek, black limousine suddenly pulled up in front of me, its tinted windows r
President's Second Chance At Love 36 The Deal Is Off
Han's Pov I was in the living room, flipping through a magazine, my mind elsewhere, when Richard called me to his study. His voice was icy, as always. I’d learned early on that he didn’t have feelings for me—he never had. I was just a pawn in his game, a tool to make his wife, Ava, jealous. But I’d hoped that, over time, I could change that. Now, as I made my way to his study, I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach. When I entered, Richard was sitting behind his desk, his expression unreadable. He didn’t even look up from the papers in front of him as I walked in. He simply gestured for me to sit. “Han,” he began, still not looking at me, “our arrangement is over.” The words hit me like a slap. I felt my heart drop, but I forced myself to stay composed. “What do you mean, over?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He finally looked up, his eyes cold. “I mean, you no longer need to pretend to be my girlfriend. This… arrangement has served its purpose, and it’s ti
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