One Day 7

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Chapter Seven

Ava’s POV

The car drove into our estate, and I straightened in my seat, my heart pounding at the thought of what I would find. A small, foolish part of me still wished that Kyle had chosen me, that the pregnant woman would be gone, but deep down, I knew the truth. It was over. She was carrying his child, and he had chosen her. If his words weren’t proof enough, then his silence over the past three days sealed it. He hadn’t even bothered

to call.

The memory of the way he had looked at me when she fell onto her butt clouded my vision as the car came to a stop in front of the mansion. That look… My heart clenched painfully. Kyle had never looked at me like that before. It made me want to shrink, to cower like a child who had done something wrong. And yet, it also made me wonder if I had truly hurt her.

The jolt of the car snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up, watching as the security team let the car in. One of the guards gave a slight bow, and I nodded back before stepping out the moment the car came to a

halt.

Coming back here felt different, it felt as if I were intruding. But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? This had been my home for five years. My eyes roamed the compound, searching for something familiar. And then I saw it, rather, I saw what was missing. My in–laws‘ cars were gone, meaning they had left, but Kyle’s favorite car sat pretty in the driveway. He was home.

My heart did a backflip. Not from excitement, but from the thought of seeing Kyle face to face. Would I be able to control my anger? I could already feel it building, clawing its way to the surface. But why was he home? He was always at work by this time. Did that mean she was still inside? My fists clenched, my tongue rolling to the back of my teeth as my gaze locked onto the large door separating me from him,

The swerving of a car broke my trance, and I turned just in time to see Phoenix driving out of the compound without so much as a glance in my direction. She was furious. And she’d be even angrier once she found out everything. Because she would find out.

Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the entrance. I had barely reached the door when it was flung open.

And there she was.

Regina. My dear mother–in–law all in her glitters of glory.

Kyle’s mother stood in the doorway, dressed casually, arms akimbo, her sharp glare raking over me from head to toe before snapping back up with open disgust. My heart hammered in my chest with both anger and surprise as I didn’t expect to see her since her car wasn’t present.

“Oh wow,” she sneered. “Finally decided to show your face.”

r until now. No decent woman, no

Anger bubbled inside me. I hadn’t realized just how much I loathed her mother with an ounce of compassion, would treat another woman the way she had treated me. No woman with even the slightest fear of karma, of something like this happening to her or her daughter, would be this cruel

But Regina was different.

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My face hardened, and I forced down the fiery urge to rip that self–satisfied look off her painted face.

“This is my home the last time I checked,” I said with the same bitter energy she gave

Apparently, my calmness and the bitter tone of my remark only fueled her fury. Her lips curled, her nose wrinkling as if she had just smelled something rotten,

“This was your home,” she spat, “until your useless, hollow self decided to hurt my grandchild.”

That stung.

It stung so damn much.

My heart twisted painfully, and tears burned the backs of my eyes. But I swallowed them down. I refused to

let her see me break. I refused to feel guilty for my anger, not after being called hollow

“Do you even know what you did?” she continued, her voice laced with venom.

There was something in her tone that planted a seed of fear within me, despite the anger I felt at being called hollow. Was the woman really hurt?

Before I could respond, another figure stepped into the doorway.

Kyle.

My breath hitched, and my heart picked up its race at the sight of him.

He was calm, too calm. His expression was blank, unreadable.

“It’s alright, Ma,” he said, resting a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “I’ll handle the rest.”

But he didn’t look at me. Not once.

I I knew he could feel my eyes on him, but he ignored me as if I were nothing more than a cockroach beneath

his feet.

“You better,” Regina huffed before throwing me one last glare and disappearing inside.

Until now, I’m still at the entrance, feeling like an intruder in my own home. We stood there in silence until 1

couldn’t take it anymore.

“Kyle.” My voice came out weak, shaky. I hated it.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I blinked. “What…?”

“I’m sorry. And you’re right.” He let out a breath, shaking his head. “Asking you to be my mistress after betraying you was absurd. It was cruel and selfish of me.”

“Kyle.”

“No, let me finish, Ava,” he cut in. His voice was calm, but his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “I’ve thought about it. A lot. And I realized that I was just being selfish. It’s true that I love you, that you might be the only woman I’ll ever love, but caging you… asking you to stay despite everything… It’s not fair to you.”

A pause.

A deep, painful, and irritating pause.

“So, I thought about it,” he said again, his voice quieter this time. I really did. And… let’s have the divorce. But

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this time, for good.”

He finally met my gaze, his eyes steady, composed. Meanwhile, mine shone with tears and disbelief.

“To say I’m disappointed in you, Kyle, is an understatement,” I said, my own words surprising me. “Is that all I get? I was gone for three days, and you didn’t even bother calling”

Guilt flashed across his face. But it was gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by something else.

Is that rage?

“Maybe I would have,” he snapped, voice tight with controlled anger, “If you hadn’t acted so immature and

inhumane.”

I flinched at his words, but he wasn’t done.

“Do you even realize what you did? The severity of it? You pushed a heavily pregnant woman! And then you just walked away, like it was nothing! Like hurting her didn’t matter when the least you could have done was help her!”

His voice thundered through the air, his veins straining against his skin in anger.

My lips quivered. My heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. More tears sprout to my eyes but they didn’t fall….yet.

I knew I shouldn’t have left. Even though I hadn’t pushed her, even though she was the one who yanked herself out of my grasp, I had still initiated it. And I should have helped.

But why couldn’t Kyle see that I couldn’t? That I was shattered? That they had shoved everything in my face without a second’s warning?

“You call my actions inhumane,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my efforts to steady it. “Then tell me, Kyle, what would you call yours? Bringing a pregnant woman into our home… into our marriage. Is that

humane?”

Is there a woman who ever sees heartbreak coming? Because I didn’t. Not until three days ago. And while ! had seen the divorce coming, I could never, and would never accept being my husband’s mistress. God forbid

it

But no matter how much I had envisioned this moment, no matter how many times I had imagined the pain, nothing compared to the sheer agony coursing through my veins. It felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest, thrown into a mortar, and pounded continuously and mercilessly until nothing remained but dust. Kyle was saying something beside me, but I couldn’t hear him. I couldn’t even hear myself breathe. “Yes, you’re right,” I finally said, my voice steady now, my gaze hard. “Asking me to be your mistress was a mistake. I’d rather take the shame of being divorced than the humiliation of being your mistress.”