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.
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
