Ava's POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, turning from side to side. The wedding dress hugged my body tightly, maybe too tightly. I frowned, pulling at the fabric. "Ava, you look amazing in that dress!" my best friend Sophie said, her eyes wide. "Just look at you!" I looked at myself again, still not happy. "I look fat, don't you think?" I asked, pinching at my sides. Sophie laughed and came closer. She put her hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the mirror again. "Look carefully," she said. "All I see is a very beautiful bride-to-be." Just then, someone walked into the room. I turned and saw it was my stepmom, Grace. My heart sank a little. "What are you doing here, Grace?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I came to see how beautiful my daughter looks," she said. "Your stepdaughter," I corrected her quickly. Grace came closer, her eyes moving over the dress. "Look how beautiful these dresses are," she said. "They were made with real silver thread. Your father must have spent a lot on them." She paused, looking at how the dress fit me. "Why is it looking so tight on you?" I felt my face get hot. Grace always knew how to get under my skin. "Your father should have gotten a dress like this for me at our wedding," she added, running her hand over the fabric. That was the last straw. "Must you make everything all about you?" I shouted, my anger bubbling over. "This is my wedding, Grace. Not yours. If you want the dress so badly, why don't you divorce my father and I'll give it to you!" Grace stepped back, looking shocked. "Sorry, honey," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "I just wanted to help." "Don't help me," I snapped. "Sophie is already helping out. Please leave. This should be a happy week for me, so don't spoil it." Grace left without another word. I let out a long breath, trying to calm down. When I turned around, I saw Sophie walking out of the dressing room. She was wearing a wedding dress too. My jaw dropped. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. Sophie twirled around, the dress flowing beautifully. "I just wanted to match with you," she said with a big smile. "It's my best friend's wedding. I don't want you to feel lonely while trying on dresses." I tried to smile, but inside, I felt a pang of jealousy. The dress looked perfect on Sophie, like it was made for her. "How did that dress get here?" I asked one of the designers, trying to keep my voice steady. "Your fiancé ordered it," the designer replied. My heart skipped a beat. "He ordered it?" I looked at the dress again. "That's not even my size. I can't fit in that dress." Sophie jumped in quickly. "He wanted to surprise you, but they accidentally got the wrong size," she explained. "Then why is it still here?" I asked, turning to look at her. Sophie looked a bit uncomfortable. "I asked him if I could keep it for my collection," she admitted. "But hey, this is your wedding we're planning. Don't let anything ruin it. You look amazing in your dress, by the way." I took a deep breath, pushing down my feelings. "I know, right?" I forced a smile. "I can't wait for you to get married soon too. Best friends forever?" "Best friends forever," Sophie agreed. We did our secret handshake, just like we had since we were kids. After trying on more dresses, we decided to get coffee. Sophie went to order while I found a table. A few minutes later, Sophie came back looking worried. "Sorry, Ava, I need to go," she said quickly. "I have a meeting with my boss. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you." "Should I call the driver to take you?" I offered, feeling disappointed. "No, I'll take a cab," Sophie replied, already gathering her things. "See you later!" And just like that, I was alone. I picked up my phone, wondering what to do next. Should I call Gabriel, my fiancé, so we could go for the cake tasting? But Gabe was probably busy trying to impress my dad at work. Should I call Dad? No, he was likely stressed and busy too. I picked up my phone again, then put it down. I did this a few times before finally calling Gabe. He didn't answer the first time, so I called again. This time, he picked up. "Hey, Ava," he said, sounding distracted. "I'm in a meeting. I'll call you when I'm done, okay?" Before I could reply, he had hung up. I sighed. Looks like I'm doing this alone, I thought. I called the driver to take me to the bakery. As we drove through the city, I remembered why we had chosen this place. It was where my parents' wedding cake had been made, and I wanted to keep the tradition going. The bakery was beautiful, with sparkling chandeliers and marble countertops. Everything looked expensive and perfect. They took me to a nice corner to wait for the cake samples. Soon, a worker brought out three cakes. My eyes widened when I saw a strawberry on top of one. "I didn't ask for a strawberry cake," I said, confused. The worker looked surprised. "Sorry, these are all strawberry cakes mixed with different flavors," she explained. "We have a classic strawberry champagne, a strawberry chocolate swirl, and a strawberry vanilla dream. The cake's flavor was changed yesterday." My heart sank. "I think these aren't for me," I said quietly. The worker checked her clipboard. "It says here they're for Ava and Gabe's wedding. Is that not you?" "Yes, but... we didn't order strawberry cake," I said, my voice shaking a little. "I'm allergic to strawberries." The worker looked worried now. "Oh no, I'm so sorry," she said. "A young man and a lady changed the order yesterday. We thought it was your fiancé. You can call him to check." Anger and hurt bubbled up inside me. Without another word, I stormed out of the bakery and asked the driver to take me to the hotel where Gabe worked. When I got there, Gabe wasn't in his office. I headed to the VIP suite where he'd been staying for the past three months. I took out my key card, but the door was already open. Strange. I walked in and saw two glasses of wine on the table. Then I heard voices coming from the bedroom. My heart pounding, I walked towards the sound. What I saw when I opened the door made me freeze. My feet felt glued to the floor, and tears started falling from my eyes. There, on the bed, were Gabe and Sophie. My fiancé and my best friend, wrapped in each other's arms. They didn't notice me at first. I watched as Sophie leaned in and kissed Gabe, her hands running through his hair. Gabe pulled her closer, smiling in a way he hadn't smiled at me in months. Finally, Sophie opened her eyes and saw me standing there. Her face went pale. "Ava!" she gasped. Gabe turned and saw me too. He jumped up, grabbing for a sheet to cover himself. "Ava, it's not what it looks like," he started to say. But I couldn't hear any more. I turned and ran, my vision blurred by tears. I ran past confused hotel staff, out the front doors, and into the busy street. I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was that my perfect wedding, my perfect life, had just fallen apart. And I didn't know how to put it back together again.Ava's POV My heart was pounding as I rushed into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor over and over. I needed to get to Dad's office. My whole world had fallen apart in just a few hours, and I needed something solid to hold onto.The elevator doors finally opened, and I stumbled out. Dad's office took up the entire top floor of the building - the penthouse suite, as he liked to call it. The view from up here was usually breathtaking, but today I barely noticed it.I was relieved to find the office empty. Wiping my tears, I went straight to Dad's desk. I had to find that contract - the one I'd begged him to sign. It said that once I got married, Gabe would take my place as the acting chairperson of the company.How could I have been so blind? Dad never liked Gabe, but I thought he was just being overprotective. Now I understand. But even knowing what Gabe had done, my heart still ached. I loved him so much. How could he betray me like this?I rifled through the drawers,
Ethan POV The argument with my father left a bitter taste in my mouth. I stormed out of his office, my hands shaking as I got into my car. I needed to clear my head, and I knew just the place.I drove to the bridge - my secret spot. Well, not so secret. My friends and I had been coming here since we were teenagers, sneaking beers and dreaming about our futures. Now, years later, I was the only one who still came. But I couldn't help it. Something about the smell of the water, the gentle breeze - it calmed me like nothing else could.I parked under the bridge and climbed onto the hood of my car. The metal was cool against my back as I lay there, staring up at the underside of the bridge. I turned up the music in my car, letting it wash over me. For a moment, I could forget about my father's expectations, the pressure of the family business, all of it.Then I heard it. A loud crash, followed by the unmistakable sound of a car hitting water. I sat up so fast I almost slid off the hood.
Ethan POV It had been over a week since I'd last visited the hospital. Work at the office had been relentless, a constant stream of meetings and reports that left me feeling drained. But I couldn't get the mysterious girl out of my mind - the one I'd pulled from the river that night.I was about to call Mr. Roberts for an update when Noah burst into my office like a human tornado."Dude!" I exclaimed, nearly dropping my phone. "Ever heard of knocking? This isn't your office, you know."Noah grinned, rapping his knuckles on the open door. "Knock knock," he said, way too cheerfully for a Monday morning.I couldn't help but laugh. "Get out of here, you goof."But Noah's smile faded as he flopped into the chair across from me. "Your father called," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "We've got a funeral to attend."I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Whose funeral?""Mr. Brooks."The name didn't mean much to me, but I could tell from Noah's face that it was important. "I'm guessing he wa
Ava woke up feeling confused. Her eyes slowly opened, and everything looked blurry. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her surroundings. "I'm alive?" she whispered to herself, surprised. She wiggled her toes and fingers, relieved to feel them move. An older man in a white coat stood nearby. He turned to her with a kind smile. "You're awake," he said gently. Ava tried to sit up, but the doctor put a hand on her shoulder. "Take it easy," he said. "Your muscles are weak. You need to rest." The doctor did some quick checks. He shined a light in Ava's eyes, listened to her heart and lungs, and tested her reflexes. He asked her to follow his finger with her eyes and squeeze his hands. "Where am I?" Ava asked, her voice scratchy from not being used. "You're in the hospital," the doctor explained. He stepped back and took out his phone. "She's awake," he said to someone on the other end. Ava's heart started racing. "Please don't call my family!" she begged. She gripped th
Ethan's heart raced as he opened the door to Ava's hospital room, his mind filled with a mix of worry and anticipation. The soft sound of the door clicking open caught her attention, and she turned to look at him, her gray eyes sharp but cautious. The sight of her there, sitting up in bed, made him feel like he could breathe again. He tried to play it cool, lifting a shopping bag as if it were no big deal."I got you some clothes," he said, his voice a little too loud in the quiet room. "Mr. Robert says you're good to leave whenever you’re ready."Ava's lips curved into a smile, and for a moment, Ethan felt like the world had shifted under his feet. That smile. It did something to him, something he couldn’t quite name. "Thank you," she replied softly, reaching out to take the bag.As she pulled the clothes from the bag, Ethan’s eyes lingered on them. They seemed too big for her, and he felt a sudden stab of guilt. He’d spent hours the night before browsing different websites, trying t
Ava stared out the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. She had been living in this house for four months now, and every day felt the same. Wake up, eat, sleep, and watch her favorite TV shows—that was her routine. Ever since Ethan gave her a new phone, her days had been spent scrolling through the internet, mostly stalking Gabe and Sophie’s profiles. It was official—they were dating. They flaunted their relationship online like they were the perfect couple.Each new picture of them together felt like a stab in Ava’s heart. Gabe had never had time to travel with her, yet in just a few weeks, he had flown to several countries with Sophie. He never posted her on his social media either, always claiming, "People will think I’m with you for your dad’s money." Now, it was clear that had been an excuse all along.When she wasn’t torturing herself by looking at their profiles, Ava was checking the reports coming in on her dad’s hotel from his laptop. The numbers were still good, b
Ava's sobs echoed through her room, punctuated by angry mutters. "How could they?" she whispered, clutching a pillow to her chest. "Should I crash the wedding? No... I'm supposed to be dead. But Sophie... we've been best friends since we were kids. Did our friendship mean nothing?"Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. The clock on her nightstand blinked 6:00 PM. Wiping her eyes, Ava tiptoed to her door and peeked out. The hallway was mercifully empty.She crept downstairs, following the lingering scent of Mrs. Chen's cooking. In the kitchen, she found a covered tray on the island. Lifting the lid, she discovered a still-warm plate of her favorite comfort foods."Yes!" Ava did a little dance, then caught herself. "Okay, calm down. You need energy to keep crying, right?" She wasn't sure if she was hungry or just angry anymore, but food was food.---Ethan paced in his study, unable to focus on work. Ava's tears kept replaying in his mind. He'd
The alarm clock's shrill beep pierced through Ava's dreams at 5 AM. She groaned, rolling over to silence it. The boys were already exercising like they did every morning. She slipped on a tight-fitting dress—something she could still move around in—and made her way to the gym. Her nerves buzzed with a mix of excitement and frustration. Today, she had a mission.The house was quiet as Ava tiptoed down the stairs. She knew the boys would be in the gym by now – their daily routine was as predictable as clockwork. Standing outside the gym door, she could hear the clanking of weights and low murmurs of conversation. Her heart raced. Was she really going to do this?"Now or never," Ava whispered, pushing the door open with a bang.The moment she burst through the gym doors, the noise inside the gym stopped abruptly. The boys’ eyes turned to stare at her, a mix of surprise and curiosity on their faces. Ava lifted her chin, trying to project confidence she didn't feel. That was exactly the re