Chapter Thirty–Four
Ava’s POV
“Why are you here?” My voice was barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the space between us like a freshly sharpened blade.
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Kyle flinched, taken aback by the sheer venom that dripped from my single question. He tried to respond, but he was strangely at a loss for words. I stared at him with so much hatred that my heart beat with an accelerated speed, as his presence filled me with rage.
He took a small step closer. “How are you?”
A bitter laugh tore from my throat before I could stop myself. “How am I?” I repeated, my voice shaking with fury. I couldn’t believe he was asking me that. “You have the nerve to ask that?”
His jaw clenched. “Ava, I…”
“Why are you here, Kyle?” I asked coldly. “The last time I checked, we were divorced. So why are you here, standing in front of me.?”
His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
“You don’t get to be here,” I snapped, my body trembling. “You don’t get to intrude on my privacy, Kyle. So, for the sake of your so–called dignity, go back to wherever you came from and never show your face to me or my
child again.” I spat,
Turning slightly to the nurse, I said. “Please take me in.”
Kyle’s face darkened, and he stepped in front of us immediately as the wheelchair moved.
“Sir…” the nurse started, but he cut her off.
“He’s my child too.” His voice was sharp, firm, but almost desperate. “You can’t deny me my right to see him.”
Something ferocious inside me snapped. My breath hitched, hot, furious tears blinding me as I let out a choked sound that wasn’t quite a laugh.
“He is not your son.”
The words landed like a thunderclap, however, it didn’t have the intensity I wished it had. My voice didn’t come out as loud and hateful as I wanted.
Kyle stilled, his eyes searching mine for any trace of lies. Then…
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t. Don’t even try that with me, Ava. I know the boy is mine. You won’t shake me with a lie.”
A slow, venomous smile curved my lips. “A lie?” I whispered. “And what exactly makes you think he’s yours?” Kyle’s nostrils flared, clearly not enjoying the conversation. “Because I know. It is as clear as day. And if you
think…”
“You think I’d carry your child after everything?” I cut him off, leaning forward. “Really,” I scoffed. “You think I’d bring a piece of you into this world after the way you destroyed me?”
That I didn’t mean. But I was ready to say the worst thing to myself just to derail him from believing my son
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shared the same blood as his, even though I knew that would be difficult. Kyle being Kyle wouldn’t stop until he confirmed his doubts. He wouldn’t even believe anything I say nor do I really have the intention to lie for
long.
Kyle stiffened. “Ava…”
“Who the hell said he’s your child anyway?” I hissed. “What right do you think you have to stand here, demanding something from me, after the way you left? After humiliating me? What makes you think you
deserve to be anywhere near my child?”
Kyle’s breathing turned rough, his fists clenching at his sides. “Ava, please, let’s talk…”
“Talk?” I laughed coldly. “Now you want to talk?” My voice cracked as fury collided with pain. “Where was this when you ripped my heart out? When you paraded another woman in front of me, when you let me drown in
the in your betrayal?”
“I didn’t…”
“You didn’t what, Kyle?” My voice shook with anger but not as loud as I wished. “Didn’t mean to throw me away like garbage? Didn’t mean to watch me shatter while you played house with someone else? Didn’t mean to destroy me piece by piece and then expect me to just… accept it?”
His Adam’s apple b
as he swallowed, his breathing uneven.
“I know I hurt you,” he said quietly, clenching and unclenching his fist.
“No.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but it still carried the weight of rage pouring out of me, while I tried to ignore the pain that was beginning to rise in my lower abdomen. “You didn’t just hurt me. You destroyed me. You ripped me apart, piece by piece, and now you’re standing here, for what? Hoping for redemption?” I let out a slow, shuddering breath, blinking back my tears. “You don’t deserve it.”
Kyle closed his eyes for a moment as if in pain, but when he opened them, I saw it.
Regret. Guilt. Whatever it was, I didn’t care, because none of that can fix the past.
“You weren’t there, Kyle,” I whispered, my voice raw with pain. “Not when I cried myself to sleep, not when I had to pick up the pieces of my life alone. You weren’t there when I found out I was carrying a child. You weren’t there when I needed you the most.”
Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to look away. It was as if I wanted to read and save the expression on his face. “And now? Now, when everything is starting to make sense to me, you want to be
пе….
Kyle took a step forward. “Ava, I…”
“Get out.”
He froze.
‘t get to
I stared at him, my gaze unblinking. “I don’t want you here. I don’t want you near me. Or near my son.” My breath shuddered as I wiped at my tears. “You don’t get to show up now and pretend to care. You d see him or have a place in his life just because you suddenly decided to grow a conscience.” Kyle’s face twisted as if my words physically hurt him. But I didn’t stop.
“You had a choice, Kyle. And you made it. You chose her. You chose your new life. Now you have to live with
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it.” I inhaled sharply, forcing every ounce of pain and betrayal into my final words. “So leave. Walk away, like you did before. And this time, never turn back.”
Silence.
A silence so heavy that you could hear our ragged breaths if you knew what to listen for.
Kyle looked at me like he wanted to fight, to argue, maybe to beg. But I didn’t give him the satisfaction.
As I was wheeled back into my room, he stepped aside.
Through the small glass on the hospital door, I watched him.
For the first time, Kyle truly looked defeated.
And then, slowly, without another glance, he turned and walked away.
This time, for good.
Or at least, I hoped. And yet… a part of me hoped not.
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