Ava’s POV
The walls of this house, once a cold and indifferent prison, now felt alive with mocking whispers. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to taunt me, echoing with memories I desperately wanted to erase. I needed to escape—not just from Orion and his relentless web of manipulation, but from the version of myself I had become under his shadow.
How did I get entangled in this mess? I had my shit together all these while, but all it took was a few nights together with Orion, and suddenly I thought that we could have a happy ending?
My feet carried me down the grand staircase, my hand grazing the ornate railing. Each step I took felt heavier, laden with the weight of this morning’s betrayal. Orion and his mistress—again. How many times would I allow myself to be their pawn, their fool?