Chapter Two
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Ava's POV
Julian walked out after our last fight, and despite my efforts to contact him, nothing worked.
All his phones were off, and his assistant claimed he was away for a business meeting, but I knew that was just an excuse
He was deliberately avoiding me, hoping I would bend to his wishes.
But I refused to make such a foolish decision; I wouldn’t throw away my marriage like that. We needed to address our problems and find our way back to each other.
I visited the hospital, where the doctors informed me that chemotherapy would begin soon.
I was overwhelmed with emotions and almost reached out to my mom to share my feelings, to let her know how terrible I was feeling.
But then I remembered her words from two years ago when she severed all ties with me, even skipping my wedding.
As I stepped out of the elevator, an overwhelming sense of dread enveloped me. The house was eerily silent, a stillness that had once felt comforting but now sent chills down my spine.
Venturing further inside, I was confronted with a shocking scene. My clothes, electronics, furniture—everything—was strewn across the balcony, soaked by the relentless rain.
“What the hell!” I exclaimed, rushing toward the glass door.
My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket, but I brushed it aside, intent on salvaging my belongings from the downpour, hoping they hadn’t been ruined.
I grabbed my laptop from the table, praying it had survived, and hurried back inside, completely drenched, with my clothes still outside and no clue who was responsible for this chaos.
Had burglars invaded my home while I was away? If so, why were my possessions left untouched?
I started to dial estate security, but my eyes were drawn to the coffee table where my bank statements lay scattered.
A wave of despair washed over me.
“Frozen?” I murmured, the word barely audible.
At that moment, Julian entered, his expression unreadable. “You’re back early.”
“What’s going on with my account?” I demanded, my voice quaking with a mix of anger and fear. “Why is all my stuff outside? What did you do?”
He shrugged, dismissing my distress as if it were trivial. “I did what I had to do. You transferred all your assets to me when we got married. I have the final say.”
My stomach churned. “You can’t just freeze my accounts! I need that money for my treatment!”
“Why should I spend my money on a sick woman?” he retorted, his voice cold.
The room began to spin. “You’re being heartless, Julian. This isn’t just about money. This is my life! Why are you treating me like this? I’m your wife! We’re married!”
“I’ll treat you however I want as long as you keep stalling on signing the divorce papers! You’re wasting my time! So you don’t want me to enjoy my life just because you’ve been handed a death sentence?” he shot back, crossing his arms defiantly as tears streamed down my face.
He stood there, arms crossed defiantly, as tears streamed down my face. How could my own husband wish me dead?
“I’m not signing those papers!” I shouted, my voice rising in desperation. “It’s for better or for worse. You made a promise!”
His face turned cold. “Promises mean nothing when you’re sick, Ava. If you refuse to sign, I’ll make sure everyone knows the truth about that night.”
My heart raced. “You wouldn’t do that! That’s our secret! We agreed never to speak of it—why bring it up now?”
“Oh, I absolutely would,” he replied, stepping closer, his gaze dark and unyielding. “You killed that man in self-defense, but the law might not see it that way. Remember how we covered it up? We claimed it was a robbery. Just so you know, I recorded everything because I anticipated a moment like this. If you don’t comply, you’ll end up in jail, and it’ll be the end for you!”
Panic surged within me. I recalled that dreadful night—a man lay dead before me, a knife in his stomach.
I had acted in self-defense while drunk fighting off someone who tried to assault me. “You wouldn’t destroy my life like that. You can’t!”
“Try me,” he said, his voice low and threatening.
“Please, Julian. Don’t do this. Don’t end our marriage. I love you so much…” He thrust the pen into my trembling hands, and with shaking fingers, I signed the divorce papers.
“Good girl! Now get your dead self out of my house! I have guests coming in an hour, and I don’t want them to see you here!” He pushed me out, and despite my weakness, I fought against him.
“You can’t do this! I have nowhere else to go! Where do you expect me to go?”
He wore a smirk, completely devoid of any remorse. “You’re in no position to negotiate Security!”
Before I could respond, two imposing guards entered the room. “Yes, sir, you called for us?” one inquired.
“Get her out of here,” Julian commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
“Please, Julian, no!” I cried out, desperation lacing my words. “I’m begging you!”
But the guards moved closer, doubt evident in their expressions, and my heart raced with terror. “You can’t do this! I’m your wife!”
“Not anymore,” Julian shot back, his tone chilling.
They seized me and began dragging me toward the door, my body thrashing against their hold. “Let me go! I need to speak with my husband! This is a family issue! Let me go!”
As I cast one last look at Julian, tears streaming down my cheeks, I whispered, “You’ll regret this, Julian! You’ll regret ever pushing me away!”
He merely turned his gaze, a sly grin on his lips, and slammed the door behind me.
They tossed me out into the rain-drenched night, and I couldn’t stop the tears as I recalled all the beautiful moments we shared. But the Julian who had just cast me aside was a stranger.
With no other choice, shivering and cold, I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed a message to my best friend, Lauren.
“Please come get me.”
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