Divorced With My Husband And Son

Marry Me

Ava’s point of view

“Ava, I wouldn't have asked you if Charlie's health was alright, but right now I'm helpless,”

Ethan's voice was laced with desperation.

My chest tightened, conflicted.

Moving in with a total stranger was the biggest decision I didn't want to make. He was my late sister's husband, but I barely knew him; I had never once met him. Moving in with him was something I wasn't ready to do.

“Auntie, are you going to leave me just like how my mom did?”

I turned to Charles at the sound of his voice. He stood by the door of the ward, dressed in a blue hospital gown.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. He was just a young boy desperate for a mother's love, and I swear I didn't have the heart to refuse him.

“Fine, I will stay with you guys, but only for a few days, alright?”

I forced the words out of my mouth, and Charlie rushed over to me, wrapping his tiny hands around me.

“You are the best Auntie, I swear I will be a good boy. I will listen to you.”

I chuckled at Charlie's words; he had a smile on his lips, his eyes twinkling with happiness.

How I wish my son could love me like this, but he was manipulated by Lily and Julian beyond repair. I'm sure my motherly love will bring him back to me.

Time flew by, and it was already evening. I called Sophie and informed her about my whereabouts. I spent the whole day with Charlie, and now he's fast asleep.

As I stepped out of his room and headed downstairs, I found Ethan seated by the couch, lost in his thoughts. As soon as he sensed my presence, he raised his head, and our gaze met.

For some reason, I hate the way my heart races whenever his gaze finds mine. It felt as though he could see right through me, like his eyes were peering right into my soul and caressed each part of me.

I couldn't describe the feeling, but I'm sure of one thing: I've never felt like this, and I hated it, especially since he was my sister's husband.

I cleared my throat as I sat opposite him.

“He's asleep,”

I started, my voice barely above a whisper, and I'm sure he heard me since it was just the two of us.

“But I don't think staying here is a good idea.”

I averted my gaze from his intense stare. I simply hate the way he looks at me without blinking; it made me feel kind of naked in his eyes.

His gaze locked with mine, unblinking and unreadable.

I shifted uncomfortably, making sure that my gaze didn't meet his.

“May I ask why you don't want to stay here?”

His voice was low, void of any emotions.

I pressed my lips together, trying to find the right words. I couldn't stay here, and I'm not planning on living with him for long.

“Look, I know you are my late sister's husband and all, but I don't know how, and there's no way I'm going to live with a stranger, and I don't like the way you look at me.”

My heart was banging against my chest as I finished speaking my mind. There's no way I'm going to stay here.

“How do I look at you, Ava? Do I make your heart skip a beat? Don't tell me you've got feelings for your late sister's husband, have you?”

An unknown heat flushed to my face, and right now, I hate how my heart is racing against my ribcage.

Of course, I didn't have any feelings for him!

Do I?

The image of him jumping into the fire to save me flashed in my head. He came like a hero in my life and the way he saved me from Julian that day.

I won't deny the fact that I respect him and admire him for that, but catching feelings? No, that can't be possible. I'm only in love with Julian!

But was I even in love with him, or was it because he was my husband, and it was a natural feeling any wife has for her husband?

But I've never felt loved while with him. Maybe I wasn't even in love with him; it was a natural feeling, that's all.

“Ava, marry me!”

He blurted out, his eyes never leaving me.

I choked on my saliva and started coughing very hard as his words hung heavy in the air like a rock had been placed between us.

What sort of nonsense is he talking about? Why the heck should I marry him?

“You will finally get rid of Julian, and I will help you get custody of your son… We can raise our children together. My son truly needs you, and I don't mind marrying you.”

“Stop talking!”

My cough died in my throat, and my gaze was now locked with his.

“What makes you think I'd want to get married to you?”

My brows furrowed, confused.

He can't make such a huge decision and expect me to agree with him.

“Ava, I have something that you need to finish Julian and his girlfriend once and for all, and in exchange, be a mother to my son. Or else, they will destroy you.”

I froze on my seat as his words echoed in my ears. He's right in some way, but I'm not seeing myself marrying a stranger because of these two useless fellows.

Ethan slipped his hand into his pockets and yanked out his phone, scrolling for a few seconds. He slid it over to me.

I took it from the table, and my eyes widened to see a video of Lily making a public statement to the media.

“Julian and I have been together since high school, but Ava drugged him on the day we were supposed to get married and r***d him. That's why she got pregnant, and Julian, being the gentleman he was, decided to marry her for the sake of their child. But he loves me, and that's why we were spending time together since I'm going to die very soon. They are getting divorced too very soon; they aren't together anymore, but Ava has ruined my life, and now she won't allow me to be with the man I love for my last days.”

The camera, microphone, and the media surrounded Lily, and all the comments were suddenly against me. Once again, she's made me a villain, and Julian was beside her supporting her every word.

My grip around the phone tightened, my jaw clenched to a point I felt a sharp pain cutting through my cheeks.

“The whole city has turned against you, Ava. Without my support, you won't ever win this battle… You need someone powerful beside you. Together we can win.”

Ethan's words rang in my ears more than they should be.