His Unwanted Wife, My New Dawn

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her arms wrapping around my waist. "I knew you weren' t mad. You just get so busy, my poor baby." She leaned

ng thought of Ava actually gone. It was like a splinter, lodged deep, refus

oice too loud, too cheerful, "we can finally make this place truly ou

ntique porcelain vases Ava loved were smashed, the abstract paintings that had adorned the walls, carefully curated by Ava, were ripped down and burned in the outdoor

n. She filled it with neon lights, fluffy pillows, and tacky modern art. She even found the custom-made wedding album-o

, ash from the fireplace coated the expensive rugs, and a giant, inflatable unicorn pool float occupied the center of the room. My mysophobi

l of Ava' s boring old stuff! Isn' t it wonderful? Now it feels like us!" She gestured g

ited, now just shards on the floor. My stomach tightened. But then she kissed me

s... lovely." Her destruction, her chaos, was forgiven

next project. "Killian, I want to work with you! I want to be you

usually manifested in a new social media stunt or an ill-advised fashion choice. But she pouted, she pleaded, she br

ring meetings, interrupting crucial discussions with her frivolous demands. During an important business lunch with a potential Japanese investor, she loudly complained about the traditional sushi,

in my chest. This wasn' t working. My company,

ps working from home would be better for you. Mo

You think I' m stupid? Is it because of Ava? Is she still i

crumbled. I ran my hand through my hair, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. "No, my love. Of course not. Yo

nk of Ava. Her quiet efficiency, her meticulous organization, the way she had always anticipated my needs without a wor

strength. I realized, with a sickening lurch, that I truly missed her. My memories of her were no longer clouded by m

d a disastrous marketing campaign based on her latest TikTok fad, costing the company millions. Each time, I tried to inter

you? How can you deny me this? It' s for us!

for her, dwindled, replaced by a growing resentment, a suffocating sense of entrapment. The more she dema