Ava's PovThe drive home was quiet, but not in the usual, comfortable way. Richard was oddly silent, but there was a certain energy about him that made me curious. Every so often, I caught him glancing at me with a smile that made me wonder what was going on in his head. “What’s with that smile?” I asked, trying to make sense of his behavior. Richard chuckled softly, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Nothing, just thinking.” “Thinking about what?” I pressed, hoping for some sort of hint. “You’ll see,” was all he said, that mysterious smile still playing on his lips. I gave up on trying to figure it out. Whatever it was, he was clearly enjoying keeping me in the dark. I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window, my mind wandering as I tried to guess what surprise he had in store this time. When we finally pulled into the driveway, I noticed something was different. The house was dimly lit, with soft, warm lights flickering through the windows. As we stepped out of
Ava's Pov I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts of the past, of how it all began. That night at the party, the night I first met Matthew. I never expected him to approach me, not with the scar that marked my face, the scar that had kept most men at a distance. But there he was, walking right up to me, a charming smile on his lips.* "Hi, I’m Matthew. You look like you could use some company.” His words caught me off guard. I remember just staring at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. But there was no mockery in his eyes, only warmth. We talked for hours that night, about everything and nothing. He made me laugh, made me feel…normal. Like my scar didn’t matter. It was the first time in a long time that I felt seen Days turned into weeks, and Matthew kept in touch. We met up often, and each time, I found myself falling a little more for him.I thought I had finally found someone who could look past the scar, who could see the real m
Ava's Pov I woke up, still wrapped in Richard’s arms, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. I stayed there for a moment, savoring the warmth and comfort. But the memories from last night weighed heavily on me. Carefully, I slipped out of his embrace, trying not to wake him. But as I moved, Richard stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at me with a sleepy smile. “Morning,” he mumbled, pulling me back into his arms for a moment. “Morning,” I replied, smiling softly before gently pulling away. “I’m going to take a shower.” “Okay,” he murmured, already drifting back to sleep. I made my way to the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over me, trying to clear my thoughts. After I finished, I dressed quickly, knowing that today was going to be difficult. Richard had moved all my clothes to his room, and I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered how thoughtful he was. But my mind quickly shifted back to the task at hand—I needed to visit my old house. I retur
Ava's PovWe walked up the hill, the wind picking up slightly as we got closer to the cliffside. Richard kept asking where we were going, his voice tinged with confusion and concern. “Where are we headed, exactly? What’s up here?” he asked for the third time, his hand still holding mine firmly. “Just trust me, Richard,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Please, just follow me.” He sighed, clearly frustrated, but didn’t say anything more. I could feel his eyes on me, watching for any sign of what I was thinking or planning. But I couldn’t bring myself to explain, not yet. I needed to see it again. I needed to face it. Finally, we reached the top, and there it was—the cliffside. The place where it all ended, where I had fallen to my death in my previous life. The memories came rushing back so suddenly and so vividly that it took my breath away. I could see it all—my step-sister, the betrayal, the push, the terrifying freefall into nothingness. It was too much. I collapse
Ava's POV The tears wouldn’t stop, no matter how much I tried to hold them back. They poured out of me, as if all the pain I had kept buried deep inside was finally breaking free. Standing here, on this cliffside, where everything had ended before, I felt like I was standing on the edge of my sanity. The memories, so vivid and painful, came rushing back to me all at once, leaving me gasping for breath. “Richard,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion, “can you bring the police over here?” His reaction was immediate, confusion clouding his features. “What? Ava, what are you talking about? What exactly am I bringing the police for?” I knew I wasn’t making any sense to him. How could I? The things I had experienced, the life I had lived before this one—it wasn’t something I could easily explain. It was something I had to show him, something he had to see with his own eyes to believe. But even so, I didn’t know how to put it into words, how to make him understand what was
Ava's Pov The wail of sirens pierced through the quiet of the cliffside, growing louder as the police vehicles approached. Richard and I stood silently, watching as several police cars and a couple of vans pulled up to the scene. Officers, clad in uniforms, and a few forensic specialists, dressed in professional attire, began to disembark. One of the officers, a man in his forties with a serious demeanor, approached us. “President, we received your call. How can we assist you?” Richard looked at me, then back at the officer, clearly unsure of what to say. “I’m not entirely sure. My wife here needs some assistance with something she believes might be here.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself as the officers gathered around. “Is it possible for you to go down the cliff and search for any bones or remains that might be there?” My voice trembled slightly, but I tried to keep it steady. The officer raised an eyebrow but nodded in understanding. “Yes, we can conduct a search. We
Ava's POv The car ride home was quiet—too quiet. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Richard didn’t say a word, not even when I tried to break the silence with light conversation. His eyes just stayed on the road, distant, as if he was driving through his thoughts rather than the darkened streets. My mind raced. Was this it? The moment where everything crumbles because I’ve held onto this secret for too long? I knew I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. I had to tell him, to finally reveal the truth, even if it meant risking everything we had. When we got home, the house was dark. I headed straight to the kitchen, more out of habit than hunger. I found a light snack in the fridge, something I could microwave quickly. It didn’t matter what it was—I just needed something to focus on that wasn’t the looming conversation. I brought the plate to Richard, hoping food might soften the tension between us. He barely looked at it. “I’m not hungry,” he sai
Ava's Pov I woke up on the couch the next morning, the light filtering through the curtains making me squint. My head was heavy, the weight of last night’s conversation pressing down on me, but what struck me most was the dried streaks of tears on my cheeks and on the couch beneath me. I could still feel the dampness on my skin, a physical reminder of the emotional storm that had passed through me. But there was no time to dwell on that. Richard would be waking up soon, and I knew he'd be hungry. Without bothering to clean myself up, I headed straight for the kitchen. Cooking always helped clear my mind. I decided on spaghetti—simple, but it was something Richard liked. As I stood in the kitchen, boiling water and stirring the sauce, my thoughts drifted back to last night. I had said everything, laid myself bare in front of Richard, and now I had no idea how he felt about it. Was he angry? Confused? Did he even believe me? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but I shook it o