A week had passed since the revelation of Mia and my mother's deceit, and the wounds of betrayal were still fresh. Little did I know that another twist awaited me, as Damian, the catalyst of my past pain, showed up uninvited at my doorstep.
As the doorbell rang, my heart raced with a mix of anger and disbelief. I opened the door, my eyes meeting Damian's pleading gaze. Fury coursed through my veins, and I couldn't contain my emotions any longer.
"What the hell are you doing here, Damian?" I spat, my voice dripping with contempt.
Damian stumbled over his words, his eyes darting around nervously. "Please, Ava, just hear me out. I've been haunted by guilt ever since I left your place that day."
I crossed my arms over my chest, my expression hardened. "Oh, so you suddenly have a conscience
