Ava’s POV
I stormed into my living room, slamming my bag onto the couch. My blonde hair whipped around my face as I paced back and forth, my hands clenched into fists. The room was silent, except for the sound of my ragged breathing.
"How dare you!" I exploded, my voice echoing off the walls. I spun around, my eyes blazing with fury as I glared at the empty space where Aiden should have been.
I poured myself a glass of wine, my hands shaking with rage as I raised it to my lips. The liquid burned down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.
Memories flashed through my mind - the countless nights I'd spent working late, trying to impress Aiden; the way I'd manipulated events to get rid of Sandra; the triumph I'd felt when Aiden had finally started to notice me.
