Ava’s POV
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I slammed the door shut behind me, inhaling deeply as my back hit the cold surface. I didn’t expect Ayra to find out about him—not this soon.
But of course, the maids would run their mouths eventually. It was only a matter of time. Still, it stung.
Now that she knows… what happens?
Why did I even try to check on her? I saw the way she sighed earlier, looking like her whole world was crashing down, and something in me just reacted. I asked, and now I regret it.
I know she doesn’t have the full story—just bits. And it’s going to stay that way. I’ve made the mistake of trusting someone with the truth once, and I got stabbed in the back so deep I’m still bleeding from it. I can’t go through that again.
I exhaled slowly and started walking to my room, my head low. Halfwa
