Ava is married to Billionaire Liam Arsenio. For the years they've been married, she craved for his affection and love but his heart belonged to another and he cheats on her with her best friend. Driven by anger and heartbreak, Ava vows to take her revenge on them for deceiving her. Five years later, she returns with a new identity and personality and she is ready for vengeance. Follow the story of Ava Stanley as it's a rollercoaster of emotions; hurt, betrayal, sadness, revenge and maybe love.
Air.
That was what I needed, I craved for it because I couldn't breathe properly. The weight of the information choked me like hands wrapped around my neck, restricting me.
I breathed loudly, in an attempt to calm myself but that didn't work. I felt suffocated and I didn't want to be in his presence. Everywhere was spinning but I managed to direct myself outside.
I tripped and fell on the way and he tried to touch me, "Don't you fucking dare!" I seethed and pushed him away.
Disgust punched at my gut and creeped through me. It crawled all over my skin and I just wanted to be away from here and him.
Finally, I opened the backyard door and got out. It was raining cats and dogs but it bother didn't me, if anything it comforted me. I could breathe properly again, I savoured the feeling. I took in deep breath with closed eyes, the suffocation I once felt disappearing slowly.
I knew he was behind me, I felt his presence ready to take my calmness away. "Ava," he called out.
But I ignored him, I wish I could ignore him forever. To erase every memory of him, every one I created with him, every sleepless night I spent waiting for him, every meal I cooked hoping he'd acknowledge them. And worst of all, every moment I longed for him to love me like I loved him, to appreciate and to care for me like a husband would.
"Ava, I-I know I cannot justify my actions. I didn't want you to find out this way but I swear it was never my intention to hurt you. I'm not the best husband-"
I couldn't help but let out a scoff, "Best husband, huh? You weren't a husband to begin with." I managed to let out even though I was trembling. My back was still to him because I couldn't bear looking at his face.
He sighed before continuing, "I won't argue with you on that, I'm really sorry Ava. I should have told you, you never deserved any of that. I'm sorry Ava and I love you, I do, I care for-"
The word love aggravated me so much that I turned to him with a glare, "Love? Do you even know what that means? Tell me? Can an orphan know what it means to love and be loved?"
He visibly stiffened at my statement, I touched a sensitive spot, I knew I did but I didn't care, I had no reason to. He took a step towards me with an angry scowl on his face.
"Don't you dare!" His nose flared in anger as he spoke, "Don't you dare cross that line."
"Fuck you and fuck your line!" For a millisecond, surprise flashed across his face at my outburst and he relaxed a bit.
"What is wrong with you Ava? Please let us go inside and talk this out," he said, his tone being one of concern.
I let out a bitter laugh, what is wrong with me? He asked. I've never said a swear word, let alone say it to him. I was laughing so hard that tears welled up in my eyes.
"Ava," he spoke softly and tried to place his hand on my shoulder. I took a step back.
"Just leave," I croaked out.
He dropped his hands and gave a small nod before leaving. Of course he didn't care enough to stay, even though I asked him to leave. He didn't even hesitate a bit, he just left like he always do. Probably to her, his true love, but I won't let it bother me. I'm done caring for him.
Not being able to hold it any longer, the tears dropped like waterfalls and I stood in the rain letting it be my camouflage. I didn't want to acknowledge that I was crying for the man that didn't love me.
For the man that cheated on me.
With my best friend.
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"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
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