Liam stood in the penthouse’s silent bedroom, the black envelope in his hand, its contents burning holes into his thoughts.
"She said she didn't know him that well, how come, she is photographed in bed with Julian Vale?" he thought aloud.
Had he really misjudged Ava and given his heart to a snake? One nit much better than his ex wife?
He didn’t call Ava. He didn't think it was necessary.
He waited.
She came home hours later, draped in a crimson evening gown, heels clicking softly against the marble.
She sat beside him in the sofa and looked at his expressionless face.
“You’re quiet,” she said, sure something was wrong. He would have welcomed her with open arms but he had not even bothered to get up from where he sat since she came and only responded to her greeting without his u
