All Chapters of The Stand In Wife's Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

The sight of everything I had constructed was a dull sight tonight as I entered the mansion through the enormous front door. Every detail including the marble floors, the chandeliers and the high ceilings served as a reminder of both my accomplishments and how empty everything now felt.As I passed I hardly noticed the dozen maids in uniform standing in perfect formation with their heads bowed in greeting. They waited in silence for recognition but I had nothing to offer.Not tonight.I was thinking about something else. Ava's mystery, the day's events and the weight of everything looming over me dominated my thoughts. As my life seemed to be falling apart I was unable to concentrate on the little details of my mansion. I lacked the strength for formalities and the likes as I went up the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing in the silence of the mansion.After Fiona's unconsciousness, the mansion had become eerily quiet once again. The same silence that had given this place a tomb-l

I froze.I heard the voice, so recognizable yet so distant. It sounded cool and easy as though he had absolutely no worries to speak of when he said my name. He appeared to have known me for quite a long time. I went to search for himself and felt a chill creep down my spine. Alex. Resting up against a smooth dim vehicle across the road he radiated a calm certainty that made him unmissable. He oozed with confidence and his fitted suit fit him like it was specially designed. I felt defenseless and uncooked by the manner in which he looked at me as though he knew it all yet nothing by any means. His eyes met mine and the edges of his lips turned into a smirk. He stood upright and moved toward me with quiet estimated advances. I felt like I needed to run or move away as I felt something about him that was uncanny."Ava." he called out again in a low, smooth voice. "You are out. I figured you would leave soon yet I didn't expect it would be so quickly. How are you?"Attempting to keep

At the time when Alex was gone, I went into the room. I remained there thinking about everything briefly after the door clicked shut behind me.Everything seemed to be calmly lightened by the delicate light coming in through the windows and the bed was so large and rich that it nearly appeared to be stunning.As I strolled across the room, I stopped sharply. I momentarily had the feeling that I was entering the life and story of another person. I didn't intend to live this way. I wasn't in need of spaces that cried honor and abundance like this one.But then I was right here. Out of nature I put my hand on my stomach and felt the little kick that had turned into a persistent sign of what my life had become. My child .Up to this point I had the opportunity to give it my full thought. It had appeared as though a bit of hindsight in the surge of things covered underneath all the other things I was thinking of.Anyway I became mindful of the fact that it was a piece of me — part of my ne