Ava Davis's POV:
I had just walked out of the abortion clinic when I got a call from John Williams' assistant.
"Ms. Davis, we've got a problem. Mr. Williams was photographed with four women at the same time, and the pictures are all over the internet. Reporters have blocked the company entrance."
I closed my eyes, feeling utterly exhausted.
My lower abdomen still ached, like something had been carved out of my body, but what hurt more was my heart—already battered and bruised by this marriage.
"Got it. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
After hanging up, I stuffed the medical records into my bag and walked out of the hospital. The sun outside was so bright I could barely open my eyes.
I raised my hand to shield them, suddenly remembering the first time I met John—the sun had been just as harsh that day.
I was only eighteen then, still a student, handing out flyers on the street when I got heatstroke. I was dizzy and about to collapse when John happened to pass by and caught me.
I remember his eyes—clear as lake water. His high cheekbones, thin lips pressed together with a hint of careless detachment.
In that moment, I fell. Like something had struck my heart, and from then on, there was no turning back.
Looking back now, I was pathetically stupid.
I'd been John's secretary for three years, helping him handle countless scandals. Few people knew that I'd actually been married to him for three years.
In our first year of marriage, he brought a female celebrity home for the night.
I remember sitting in the living room that night, waiting until 3 AM, hearing laughter from the bedroom.
I didn't push the door open. I just sat on the couch all night.
After that, it happened more and more, until I went numb.