Chapter 92 - Bound by Desire

Ava’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window as my thoughts spiraled into different directions. My hands were clenched in my lap, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood.

I wouldn’t cry. I refuse to cry. Why should I? He meant nothing to me.

Orion didn’t deserve my tears.

I would get my divorce. And I would make him regret ever thinking he could break me.

I looked around the room, it had my things and his, perfectly arranged. I noticed the subtle renovation on my way up and how lovely the decorations were.

It should have made me happy. Excited even. But knowing Orion, I could only wonder what the heck is going on in his goddamn mind this time. Why did he move our things here? Why are we still sharing the same bed?

Could it be that they had changed their tactics? Maybe he intends to strangle me while I sleep and pass it off like I died in my sleep. Who knows?