Ava's pulse raced as she stared at the photograph, her heart pounding in her chest. The image before her was a cruel reminder of what she feared the most: betrayal. The way Noah's arms were wrapped around the woman, their faces close, their connection undeniable. Every inch of her screamed for an explanation, but all she could do was sit there, frozen in shock.
Noah stepped forward, but Ava instinctively pulled back. It felt like the world had shifted beneath her, and no matter how much she wanted to trust him, the image before her didn't lie. Her mind screamed for answers, for anything that could make sense of this betrayal. But deep down, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
"Noah, who is she?" Ava's voice cracked, barely a whisper.
Noah looked torn, his gaze flickering between the photograph and Ava's eyes. "Ava, I swear, it's not what it seems."
But how could she believe him? The evidence was right there, staring her in the face, and yet he was still trying to explain it away.
"You expect me to believe that? After everything?" Ava's voice rose, her emotions bubbling to the surface. "After all the secrets, all the lies… this is too much!"
Noah's eyes filled with desperation. "Please, just let me explain. I never wanted you to see that. She—she's someone from my past, and it was a mistake. I don't love her, Ava. I love you. You're the one I want, always."
But his words were starting to lose their power, drowning in the sea of doubt that was rising within her.
Victor, still standing in the doorway, remained silent, watching the unfolding scene with a look of calculation in his eyes. His presence only seemed to heighten the tension, a reminder that he was still lurking in the background, pulling strings, manipulating situations to his advantage. But Ava couldn't focus on him right now. She was too consumed by the storm that was brewing between her and Noah.
"I don't know if I can believe you anymore," Ava whispered, the pain in her chest almost unbearable. "You've been hiding things from me, Noah. How do I know what's real and what isn't?"
Noah's face crumpled, the vulnerability in his expression raw. He reached out again, but Ava stepped back, not ready to close the distance just yet.
"Ava, I'm so sorry," Noah's voice was full of regret. "I never wanted to hurt you. You mean everything to me. I'll do anything to prove it to you. Please… give me a chance."
Ava felt a tear slip down her cheek as she turned away from him. She couldn't look at him. Not now. Not like this. The doubts, the betrayal, the lies—it was all too much. She needed time to think. Time to breathe. But most of all, she needed to find a way to heal from the wounds that had just been reopened.