Avery stood up, her arms already halfway extended in anticipation of a hug. But Tiffany raised a hand, refusing the embrace.
“Hey, we’re in public. We can’t hug here,” Tiffany said. Avery's smile faltered slightly, disappointment flickering across her face. “But girls hug in public all the time,” she replied, trying to mask her hurt. “I know I’m not just any girl to you, and I know it isn’t going to be a regular hug. Let’s save it for when we’re alone, okay?” Tiffany suggested, motioning toward the empty seat across from Avery. With a deflated sigh, Avery settled into the seat opposite Tiffany, watching her order a drink with a practised ease that felt all too foreign now. “So, how was your day? How did you spend it?” Avery asked, forcing a smile. Tiffany took a moment to consider before replying, “Oh, I was at home all day. Although, I did visit my mom at the hospital. How about you?” A wave of sadness washed over Avery upon hearing Tiffany's response. It pierced her heart, scattering the last piece of trust she had left. Tiffany was lying. “Oh, that’s nice. My mom wanted me to join them for dinner, and as expected, drama ensued,” Avery confessed. Tiffany’s brows furrowed. “Really? What happened this time?” “Honestly, it was about you,” Avery hesitated, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise as she reached across the table to grasp Avery's hands. “Is she still pressuring you?” Avery took a deep breath, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration. “Of course. I still have to prove you are a worthy partner.” “But it hasn’t even been three months, has it? And what did she do to you?” Tiffany pressed, concern etching her features. “She said there’s no point in me proving anything because she has proof that you are unworthy.” Shock flooded Tiffany's face. “What does that mean?” Avery let out a deep breath, feeling a pang of regret for the way this conversation was unfolding. Confronting Tiffany wasn’t what she had envisioned. “Well... she showed me these videos of you kissing a man and it made me question… 'us'.” “So, you got upset?”: Tiffany scoffed. “They were definitely pictures of me with my ex. I can’t believe your mom would go through such lengths to dig up my past just to ruin things between us, and even more, I can believe you believed her!” Tiffany exclaimed, frustration creeping into her tone. “The dress you’re wearing now is the same one from the picture. That means the picture was taken today,” Avery revealed, her heart racing as she spoke. Tiffany's expression faltered, her body sinking back into her seat. “Oh…” she murmured. “I just need an explanation, Tiffany. I need to understand why you would lie to me. My heart is heavy with confusion,” Avery responded, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I can’t believe you, Avery. After everything we’ve been through, after all our precious moments, you’re suspecting me?” Tiffany's voice quivered with hurt. “I am only asking for an explanation. Or is that too much to ask?” Avery replied calmly. “If you’re asking for an explanation, it means you’re doubting me. I can’t believe you’re really doubting me! What happened to trust?” Tears welled in Tiffany's eyes. “Stop it, Tiffs. I should be the one sad here. I should be the one tearing up, not you. I trust you, and that’s why I’m asking for an explanation like a normal person, instead of jumping to conclusions.” “That means you don’t trust me!” Tiffany cried. “Tiffs, stop the emotional blackmail! All I did was ask a simple question!” Avery raised her voice. “Now you’re even shouting at me?” Tiffany began to cry, and Avery felt embarrassment wash over her as they attracted the attention of nearby customers. Just then, Tiffany’s phone beeped twice, and she paused her sobbing to check her message. The moment she saw the message, her entire expression shifted. The tears vanished as a sinister grin spread across her lips. “I slept with a man, and so? Our sex has always been boring. I had to fake orgasms a million times with you because you lack the ability to please me. What’s a woman without a man? Only a dick can make me feel like a real woman, not Avery’s fingers and tongue. You have no idea how much I dislike seeing you naked. I hate performing oral sex on you; it repulses me to the point of nausea. I hate fingering you. I hate it when you have an orgasm. I hate kissing you. You’re not even that attractive. Every single aspect of you disappoints me. You disappoint me. Even your body shape irritates me. You should be grateful your mom wants to set you up with a man. Do yourself a favor and get plastic surgery if you want to keep him. Oh wait… you’re broke now and can’t afford it. Too bad for you,” Tiffany smirked. Avery was taken aback. Did she hear Tiffany correctly? Is this the same Tiffany she made love with yesterday? No way. “Tiffany, is everything alright? Is the stress from your family getting to you?” Avery asked, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. It was hard to believe that her Tiffany could speak so harshly. But Tiffany scoffed. “Family? What a joke. I meant every word I said. This relationship is a dumpster fire, and I was only using you,” she declared, rising from her seat. “I can’t believe you’re speaking to me like this,” Avery cried. “You’re no better than toxic garbage. Go get a damn life!” Tiffany spat, leaving the coffee shop and leaving behind a stunned Avery. Avery sat there, crying her heart out, struggling to breathe through the sobs. Many eyes were on her, but she didn’t care. She had never felt this betrayed in her entire life, not even the day her mom kicked her out of the company. A waiter tapped her shoulder and handed her a tissue. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but the other customers are complaining,” the waiter said politely and Avery understood the message. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, leaving the coffee shop. Tears streamed down her face as she walked down the street when a car honked at her from the side. “I’m not in your way!” she yelled, drawing attention from onlookers. The car parked, and a man emerged from the driver’s seat.**Four Years Later** The jet touched down softly on the private airstrip, its engines humming as it rolled to a stop. Inside, Avery stared out the window, her thoughts swirling like the clouds they had just descended through. Her twins, Michael and Marissa, were too excited to sit still, their small faces pressed against the glass, eyes wide with anticipation. It had been four long years since she had left, and now, the thought of stepping back into her past, of reclaiming her role at Stellar and the life she had once known, filled her with a strange mix of emotions—nervousness, hope, and maybe even a touch of fear. As the plane's door opened, the cool breeze rushed in, sweeping across the cabin. Avery took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. The twins, unbuckled and bursting with energy, leapt out of their seats, their laughter echoing through the cabin as they bounded toward the open door. "Mom! It's Uncle Simon!" Marissa squealed, her small hand pointing towar
Avery remained under the covers, her fingers tracing the edges of the divorce agreement, rereading the terms yet again. The cold legal language mirrored the hollow feeling in her chest. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, followed by the familiar sound of Simon stepping into the room. “Hey,” she greeted him, sitting up slowly, trying to muster a smile. "Here’s the lemonade you asked for," Simon said, chuckling as he handed her the glass. "Though it’s store-bought, not homemade." “I wasn’t expecting you to squeeze lemons in the kitchen,” she smiled, accepting the drink. As she took a sip, her eyes fell on the fresh cut on his lip. “What happened to you? Your lip…” “Oh, that,” Simon shrugged casually. “Got into a fight with some guy at the store. He wanted the last bottle of lemonade. You should’ve seen him—it was ridiculous,” he added with a playful wink. Avery shook her head lightly, amused by his antics, but her smile faded as her thoughts returned to the papers in her ha
"Avery..." His voice cracked as he whispered her name into the silent room. He rushed out in search of her, running through the house in a frantic hurry. He flung open her bedroom door, but it hit him like a punch to the gut—her things were gone. "No... no... no... don’t do this to me, Avery," he muttered, breathlessly, racing outside to the driveway. Her car was missing too. Panic seized him, his heart hammering in his chest. He hurried back inside, grabbing his phone with trembling hands, dialing her number. "The number you are trying to call doesn’t exist..." was the cold, automated response. The phone slipped from his grip, landing on the bed with a soft thud. David stared at it in disbelief, his mind whirling. She’d disconnected her phone. It was as if she’d wiped herself clean from his life, leaving him in a void of emptiness. "No, no, no... this can’t be happening," he whispered to himself, a mixture of fear and frustration bubbling up inside him. He snatched his car key
David stared at the paper in disbelief. "Divorce Agreement." The words felt foreign on the paper, like they belonged in someone else’s life—not his. Not Avery’s. Not their life. "Avery..." His voice cracked as he looked up at her, his eyes searching for answers, for a trace of hope. "I thought we were okay. I thought we were—" "Okay?" Avery interrupted, her voice sharp, laced with anger and hurt. "We were never okay. Not since the moment you betrayed me. Not since you let Stephanie and the rest of them walk all over me." David shook his head, stepping closer to her, desperation evident in his every movement. "But I thought we were moving past it. We’ve been through so much together—this doesn’t have to end like this. We can fix this, Avery." Avery's expression hardened, the tears threatening to spill over but held back by sheer force of will. "You slept with Stephanie! Stephanie!" She spat the name out like poison. "All because you found out that she and I had a thing in the
The room felt suffocating, thick with unsaid words and emotions neither could fully express. Avery stood still, her eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and vulnerability, while Emma, regarded her with an air of superiority, completely unbothered by the emotional storm brewing between them. "What exactly are you doing, Avery?" Emma asked, her tone still icy. "Trying to win some sort of 'wife of the year' award? You certainly won't be getting any accolades here." Avery’s throat tightened. She knew Emma's better nature still existed, and she was just hurt by her kids' actions and it was heartbreaking, standing in front of her and seeing nothing but disdain. "I am supporting my husband," Avery responded, her voice steady, though her eyes were pleading for some semblance of understanding. But it was clear Emma had none to offer. "Support him?" Emma scoffed. She snapped her fingers, her face hardening as she barked, "Security!" The door opened, and two large men entered the room, their
The room descended into a profound silence, each word from Avery hanging heavy in the air, striking like a hammer on stone. Her calm, controlled demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos Stephanie had attempted to create. David sat still beneath her firm yet gentle grip on his shoulders, the weight of her presence both comforting and intimidating. He had no idea what was coming next, but he was certain that nothing would remain the same. Stephanie’s eyes darted around the room, searching for someone to back her up, but she found none. Olivia, her ally, had fallen silent, her confidence shattered by Avery’s revelations. The air buzzed with tension as every eye fixated on Avery, waiting for her next move. "Stephanie," Avery’s voice sliced through the quiet, calm yet laced with an edge of steel. "You’ve spun a web of lies, hoping to destroy the man I love. But your plan was flawed from the beginning." Her gaze hardened, her words precise and cutting. "Your desperation led you t