Chapter Four
Ava’s POV
“Here is your card, ma’am.” The receptionist beamed politely, but I could see the curiosity swimming in her eyes. I couldn’t blame her, If I were in her shoes, I’d be curious too if I see a woman in thin clothes despite the cold, looking on the verge of tears, booking a hotel room alone in the dead of night.
around Grabbing the card with a mumbled thank you and a forced smile, I turned away. My fingers clenched the plastic key as I walked toward the elevators. The ride up felt agonizingly slow, the soft ding signaling my arrival barely registering in my mind. Stepping out, I was met with silence. Despite the hotel’s serene atmosphere and elegant design, I couldn’t bring myself to admire its beauty or find comfort in its warmth. The door beeped and creaked open the moment I slid my card, granting me access. As soon as it clicked shut behind me, I threw the purse I had managed to snatch before leaving onto the large bed and darted into
the bathroom.
I felt hot. My skin felt like it was trapped in an oven, while my heart pounded as if it were being shredded apart by a blender. Tears welled in my throat, pressing to escape, but I swallowed them down.
I won’t cry. I won’t cry.
I repeated the mantra in my head,
Ut the more I did, the stronger the urge became. It was strange. I thought I had exhausted all my tears when I lost my mother, I hadn’t even cried when my father did what he did. My therapist called it a survival mechanism, my mind had shut down my ability to grieve to protect me.
But now, with the weight of betrayal suffocating me, I felt something c***k. The tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over.
The moment I reached the bathroom, I flicked the tap on. Water cascaded down in calm waves. My knees buckled, and I slid down against the wall, my body curling into itself, arms wrapped tightly around my legs. My forehead pressed against my knees as my mind dragged me back – back to what had happened just
hours ago.
It still didn’t feel real. No matter how many times I replayed the moment, my heart refused to accept it. The most painful part wasn’t even the betrayal itself. It was the way they all made it seem like my inability to conceive was entirely my fault. Like I had failed. Like my failure justified what Kyle had done.
And in some ways, maybe it was my
fault.
And in others, it wasn’t.
How? Well… it started years ago.
Kyle and I had been childhood best friends. Our parents were business partners, and his mother spent most of her time at our house while the men worked. Being an only child, Kyle clung to me, and over the years, our friendship deepened into something more.
Then everything crumbled.
My family lost everything – our company c.
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His family – especially his mother had opposed our marriage. I knew it, even though no one had voiced it aloud. I had been too lost in my grief to care back then, but now, as I sat in the steaming water, my dress clinging to my skin, I saw it clearly.
Not even a year after our wedding. Kyle fell ill. A chronic disease. He needed a kidney transplant immediately. My stomach tightened at the memory of how terrified I was at the hospital. The thought of losing him was unbearable. He was my comfort, my anchor, my haven, and without him, I knew I would lose not only my sanity but the last piece of my soul. So, I made the most reckless decision of my life. Although it hadn’t felt reckless at the time, it had felt right. It was my way of repaying his kindness, of saving the man I loved.
I gave him one of my kidneys. Even though his family had more than enough money to find another donor Even though my best friend called me reckless. Even though Regina had silently expected it, her gaze was cold and unreadable. But then, I felt it was my way of holding on and saving the only thing of value I had.
I have never regretted that decision.
Until now, except…
That one choice – made out of love, out of desperation to hold onto the only thing I had left had weakened my body. My system had become too fragile to carry a child. My fist clenched painfully against the cold tile beside me as rage and pain coursed through my veins like molten lava, a burn so intense that even the cold water cascading down my body couldn’t extinguish it. I lost my first pregnancy in the first month, and my body was unable to sustain it. And since then, I haven’t conceived again.
And Kyle knew that.
He and his family knew everything.
I understand the need to continue their bloodline and that I might not be able to give him that because of how much my health has deteriorated. However, I wasn’t entirely against the idea of him having a child elsewhere. I won’t lie that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. But he reassured me, time and time again, that he would never go down that route. We even crafted a perfect plan for how we would have our first child. So how could he go behind my back and impregnate another woman, despite all those promises? How could he keep that secret for nine months, only to throw it in my face and then expect me to simply accept it, sign divorce papers, and be his mistress?
My fists clenched against the cold tiles, rage and pain burning through my veins like molten fire. How
he?
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How could he betray me in such a cruel, humiliating way? How could he look me in the eyes and tell me he still loved me after shattering me into pieces?
My body shook with sobs as the shower water pounded down on me. By now, the warmth had faded into an icy chill, and only then did I realize I was shivering. I knew how weak I was, staying any longer would only make it worse. Taking a shaky breath, I pressed my palm against the wall and tried to pull myself up. But the moment I got to my feet, my legs gave out, and I collapsed hard onto my knees. A sharp cry escaped my lips, only to be swallowed by the heavy cascade of water as pain ripped through my lower belly, spreading through my limbs.
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Something was wrong.
Panic clawed at my chest as my vision blurred from the searing pain coursing through me. What’s
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happening? I’ve been sick before, but never like this never a pain this sharp, this unbearable. Desperation to survive fueled me as I dragged my trembling, soaked body across the cold floor, my legs barely cooperating My body felt heavy like I was dragging a dead weight across the floor. Every movement sent fresh waves of agony crashing through me, stealing my breath. By the time I reached the room, tears streaked down my face, my vision clouded in red fog, my skin burning with fever despite the cold. Every inch of me ached
With a strangled groan, I reached for my purse with trembling fingers, fumbling for my phone. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I pressed the screen, dialing a familiar number
It rang
Once
Twice.
Then, finally – a voice
“Hello?” The voice was dazed, muffled with sleep.
I clenched my jaw against the pain. “Help me,” I whispered, the words barely making it past my lips before darkness swallowed me whole.
The oddluna
This was intense. I don’t know how I do this, especially when it always seems like rubbish when I start a chapter. I’m glad I’m able to convey my character’s pain. And I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
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