The Billionaire's Heiress Is Back For Revenge

Ava's POV I sat in the hospital room, my gaze fixed on the doctor, whose expression revealed nothing. After collecting my samples for testing, he had been sifting through endless files, and my impatience grew with each passing moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. My heart raced, and I silently prayed for good news. “Mrs. Ava, your test results indicate that you have cancer, and it is spreading. We recommend starting chemotherapy immediately.” Cancer? How could this be happening? I recalled the moment I had slumped in the shower, but aside from some occasional headaches and body aches, I never imagined it could be something as serious as cancer. How would I cope with this? Would I even survive? “Doctor, how can I have cancer? I…I’m only twenty-four! I don’t even have children yet. How can I just die?” I stammered, tears streaming down my face. “Mrs. Ava, age is not a factor when it comes to cancer. It can affect anyone, and a diagnosis doesn’t mean you’ll die soon. We will do everything possible to help you. You need to start chemotherapy right away; every day is crucial, and we will also need to perform surgery to remove the tumors.” No…no, this can’t be true. There must be some mistake. I pinched myself hard, desperate to wake from this nightmare, but the reality was undeniable. “Dr. Patel…please, you have to help me. I don’t want to die…” *** I have no idea how I managed to drive home without crashing. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, completely detached from the road ahead. At just twenty-four, I felt like I had already endured more than my fair share of pain. I had lost my twin sister, which plunged me into deep grief. As if that wasn’t enough, my parents disowned me for standing by the man I loved, who wasn’t wealthy. They branded me a rebel for transferring all my assets to him, and now I was faced with cancer? Was I truly the only person in the world experiencing this? When I arrived home, I noticed my bedroom door slightly ajar, a sign that my husband, Julian, was back. He had been away on a business trip for two long months, and the house felt empty in his absence. I dashed into the bedroom and wrapped my arms around him from behind, tears streaming down my face as I buried my head in his shoulder. His body tensed before he turned to face me. His expression was one of anger, as if he resented being there with me. “Ava, we need to talk.” The chill in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I had never heard him sound so distant before. I couldn’t recall doing anything to upset him, leaving me confused about what had changed. Frantically, I grabbed the hospital report from my bag and handed it to him, but his gaze turned icy. There was no trace of compassion, no hint of concern—just a coldness that suggested he didn’t care. Had I given him the wrong report? “Julian, I…” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish. “I can’t do this anymore, Ava. I’ve fallen out of love with you.” The words struck me like a physical blow, and I instinctively pulled my hands away from his shoulders as if burned. “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. His declaration felt unreal, like a cruel joke. Surely, he was just teasing me, as he often did. “You’re joking, right, Julian?” “I’m not. I’m sorry, Ava, but you need to face the truth. This is why I left; I needed time to think and clear my mind. But I can’t keep pretending. Being married to you feels suffocating, worse than death. Besides, you’re unwell and I can’t care for a sick wife.” I was too shocked to respond. My mind was a blank slate, unable to form the words I needed. I once thought I had found the ideal partner, a man who would support me through thick and thin, just as he had vowed. I gave up so much of my own joy for his sake. “So… you’re really going to walk away from me after everything we’ve faced together? Did I do something wrong? If I did, please tell me now so I can make it right.” I felt a deep sense of desperation, yearning for love and attention. That’s why I ignored all my parents’ warnings about him; for the first time, he was the only one who truly made me feel acknowledged and valued. “Ava, this isn’t what I signed up for, and you know it. You were the one who pushed for marriage; I just went along with your wishes.” “I wanted us to get married because it felt like the only option! If anyone has lost something, it’s me! I sacrificed my family for you, but I thought you would always be there for me… why are you doing this, Julian?” I pleaded, my chest tightening as if I couldn’t breathe. “Well, you made that choice. I didn’t force you into anything. You need to mature, Ava. You have to realize that circumstances change, and nothing you say will alter my decision. I don’t want you anymore!” “Julian, please… don’t say that. You’re shattering my heart… is there someone else? Did you cheat on me with another woman?” I asked, fury coursing through me. "How can you be so shameless! Seriously! How did I ever put up with you for this long?" "Now I'm shameless just because I'm sick? Julian, you were a waiter when we first met, and I helped you turn your life around! I sacrificed everything for you, and this is how you repay me?" In a fit of rage, he hurled the flower vase at me, and I barely managed to dodge it, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. How did I miss these qualities in him before? "So you expect me to throw away my life for you just because you helped me once? Are you the first person to ever lend a hand? You know what, I’m saying too much—just sign the papers!" He thrust a stack of documents toward me. "What are these, Julian?" I inquired. "Divorce papers. It seems you’re pretending not to grasp how serious this is. I’m done, Avanna Morales; I can’t continue this marriage with you!" "Not without a fight, Julian! This is for better or worse; you can’t just walk away from me... I won’t let you go!" "I’ve already signed the papers, Ava. You have five days.”