Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 12

Ava's POV

I do not want to go to my house right now; I need to be alone.

I text Sam. I will not be back tonight, so do not worry. I will be home tomorrow morning.

They both know that sometimes I will not be alone, and I have my hidden place, which no one knows.

Yes, I am secretive, and I like to be like that. I do not like to share everything with everyone. Few things are too personal, I guess.

‘I told the driver the address, and he looked at me weirdly, but dude, you are going to get your money, so drive the car and do not look at me.' I thought.

In 45 minutes of the drive, we reached a place far away from the city, and he stopped the car in front of a small house surrounded by a forest. There is not even a single house other than this.

It is a silent place.

I paid the driver more than the ride amount and noticed a pleased look on his face.

Nodding towards him, I went inside my small house.

Once inside, enter the gate and be welcomed by a small garden. I open the door to my small living room, an open kitchen, and one bedroom. Just like the house, I stayed for almost a year.

I kept my bag by my side and sat on the couch.

Yes, I miss that house, and that is the reason I made this house just like it was there. I try to keep all the colours and the décor the same. Somehow, it gives me a homily feeling.

Home?

I started laughing at this thought like a manic

Which home, Ava?

The one that your husband said is his house, and you must stay there the way he wants? My mind mocked.

That house was never mine.

He had never been there.

Let us not forget the time when you stayed up the whole night looking at the ceiling.

Let us not forget that you never switch off your light due to fear of darkness.

Let us not forget the time when you did not utter a single word for weeks because there was no one to talk to.

Let us not forget that no one came when you were burning with fever to take care of you.

Let us not forget eating alone, sitting alone, sleeping alone, and doing everything alone.

Tears are continuously flowing from my eyes, thinking about my past.

A painful past.

Why, God, am I alone?

Why do I not have anyone I can love?

Why do I not have anyone who loves me?

Am I that bad?

When will this get over?

Why can't you call me Mama?

I want to come to you. Tell me, mama, tell me.

I do not want to live anymore. Call me Mama, please.

I cry as loud as I can. I know no one will hear me here.

Today, at the age of 24, I finally gave up all hope.

I hope to live.

I hope to become someone and make myself proud.

I hope to be loved.

Blake's entry broke all my strength to the core.

Today, his touch awakens the desire I have buried somewhere deep inside my heart.

Today, I felt how unwanted I was.

How unwanted I am!

I still remember the hatred in his eyes on our wedding day.