All Chapters of Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

AVA'S POV The moment I stepped into the school, I heard a loud, angry voice echoing down the hallway leading to the nurse's office where we were directed to go. My steps slowed as I frowned, the tone oddly familiar. It didn’t take long to recognize it. Laura. A part of me instinctively tensed, the old memories of all the pains I experienced came rushing back before I could stop them. But I forced my expression to remain unreadable as I continued walking. Besides me, Alex must have noticed the sudden tension in my body because he placed a firm yet reassuring hand on my waist. His touch was steady and gentle grounding my spiraling emotions. We reached the door, and as I stepped inside, my breath caught for a second. Laura stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with fury – an angry lioness ready to pounce. But the moment she saw Alex and me, something shifted in her expression. Her gaze flickered between me and Emma as if she didn’t recognize the litt

AVA’S POV The moment the footage started playing, the room went completely silent. I watched intently as the screen flickered, showing the playground from a high angle. The camera quality was clear enough to capture every movement, every detail of what had happened. Mason and Emma stood facing each other, their small figures tense. Mason’s lips moved as he said something – something that made Emma’s tiny hands ball into fists. Then, without warning, Mason raised his hand and slapped her across the face. A sharp intake of breath sounded beside me. How could a little boy be this cruel, raising his hands against a girl? Emma stumbled back, holding her reddened cheek. Before she could react, Mason shoved her with both hands, sending her falling onto the ground. My nails dug into my palms as I watched her small body hit the pavement. The little boy said something else, his lips curling in satisfaction, before stepping closer to Emma. My stomach tightened. He wasn’t done. Mason rais

LAURA'S POVI felt like my skin was on fire. Not from embarrassment but from rage. Ava had done this to me. She had humiliated me in front of Jason, the school director and Mason's teacher. And Jason, my supposed fiancé, let her. The moment I was forced to apologize, he should have stood by my side. He should have taken my hand, reminded everyone that I was his woman, that I carried the Campbell name. Instead? He ran after her, leaving me standing there with Mason, abandoned like trash. My fingers curled into fists as I yanked Mason’s bag from the teacher’s hands, not even looking at her. The woman flinched, but I didn’t care. I spun on my heel and stormed out of that miserable school, Mason scrambling to keep up. Every step I took felt like my insides were boiling. I needed to get out of here before I lost control. But the second I stepped into the parking lot, I froze. Jason hadn’t left. He stood by his car, staring into the distance, completely lost in thought. I sw

AVA'S POV The room was silent, all eyes on me anticipating my presentation. I stood confidently at the head of the long glass table, my hands resting lightly on the surface as I met the gazes of Storm Management’s executives. Behind me, the large screen displayed the final sketches and concept images of Avaris Luxe’s exclusive collection. “This collection is designed with one goal in mind – elevating Storm Management’s models beyond just the runway. It’s about creating a signature look, one that leaves a lasting impression in high-fashion campaigns, editorials, and global brand endorsements,” I said, my voice even and perfectly controlled. Sally clicked on her tablet, and the next slide appeared. It featured a montage of our past collaborations – supermodels wearing Avaris Luxe on the biggest stages in Paris and Milan. The branding, the styling, the vision – it was undeniable. “Our designs are tailored to enhance, not overpower, the model. The flow of fabric, and the structure

AVA'S POV The moment I stepped into Avaris Luxe the next morning after securing the contract with Storm's management, a wave of applause erupted around me. The unexpected sound made me pause mid-step, my eyes widening slightly as I took in the sight before me. My employees – designers, assistants, and managers had gathered near the reception area, their faces beaming with excitement. Some clapped enthusiastically, others cheered, and a few even whistled in celebration. “Congratulations, Miss Taylor!” someone called out. “You did it!” another voice chimed in. I blinked, caught off guard. A small smile tugged at my lips as I moved forward, nodding in acknowledgment. “Thank you, but what’s all this about?” A few employees exchanged knowing looks, their excitement undiminished. Before anyone could answer, Sally emerged from the crowd, her tablet tucked under her arm and a smirk plastered across her face. “Oh, don’t be so modest, Ava,” she teased, nudging me lightly. “News s