Ava’s POV
Five minutes later, I was back in my car, gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart hammered in my chest, my breathing raged as I raced down the road toward Phoenix's apartment.
They moved my things. They f*****g moved all my stuff into the guest room.
Not even a full week had passed. Two days. Two and a half days. And already, my things, every trace of me had been removed from our bedroom to the guestroom like I never belonged there. We hadn’t even signed the divorce papers yet, hadn’t even let the ink dry, and they had erased me. The only mercy was that the maids had neatly arranged everything as if that would soften the pain of betrayal.
I bit down on my lip hard enough to sting, but the pain was nothing compared to the storm inside me. Anger. Humili
