Ava's POV
The hot water had done nothing to wash away the cold reality of the last few hours.
I stood in front of the mirror as the steam from the shower slowly dissipated, revealing the woman staring back at me.
Her eyes were red-rimmed.
But the sadness that had lived there earlier was gone.
In its place was something harder.
Something sharper.
Mark hadn't just failed the test.
He hadn't even shown up for it.
When I had tried to initiate intimacy, hoping to find even the smallest spark left between us...
He brushed me off.
He called me dramatic.
He said I was trying to force things.
He looked at me with such complete indifference that it felt like a physical slap across the face.
And then...
I walked away.
I made the call.
"He didn't even try, Laura," I said steadily as I
