Ava’s marriage to Peter was no fairytale. They had their ups and downs, but she fought to hold on. Then, her world crumbled—she discovered Peter was cheating.
Peter came home late one night, drenched in sweat, claiming he’d been at work. But Ava’s gut told her something was wrong. He’d been distant, cold. Determined to uncover the truth, she followed him the next day. Her heart pounded as he pulled up—not to his office—but to a stranger’s house.
A woman greeted him at the door, throwing her arms around him with a smile. Ava froze, watching her husband step inside. Her worst fears were confirmed.
Confronting Peter later, she demanded the truth. He didn’t even deny it. The affair wasn’t a fling—it had grown into something “serious.” But he claimed to still love Ava too. His audacity stung, and when he blamed her for his infidelity, Ava had enough.
“I want a divorce,” she declared.
But Peter refused. His refusal wasn’t out of love—it was control. He threatened and shouted, making it clear he wouldn’t let go easily.
That night, Ava cried herself to sleep. By morning, Peter had vanished. The safe was empty, and so was her hope for closure.
Days later, the news broke: a plane crash. Peter and his lover’s names were on the passenger list. Grieving, Ava tried to move on. Two years passed, and she decided to leave the past behind, moving to a new city.
Then, fate struck in the most unexpected place—a grocery store.
There he was. Peter. Alive.
Ava froze. Was it him? It had to be. Following him through the aisles, she spotted someone else—Martha, his mother. Trembling, she called out his name. Peter turned, his face pale.
“I can explain,” he said, leading her to his car.
The truth was darker than Ava imagined. He had survived the crash, stolen her money, and created a new identity with Martha’s help.
Anger boiled inside her. While she mourned, Peter had built a new life. When they reached his house, the situation spiraled. Peter, realizing his secret was at risk, turned violent. He struck Ava and locked her in the basement.
Days passed. Weak and desperate, Ava begged for freedom. Finally, Martha intervened, releasing her with a condition: silence. Ava agreed, fleeing in Peter’s car.
But exhaustion got the best of her, and she crashed. When she awoke, she was in a hospital bed.
An officer stood by her side. “Your husband’s been living under a false name,” he explained. “Thanks to you, we’ve tracked him down.”
For the first time in years, Ava felt hope. Peter and Martha were finally facing justice. She could begin again, free from lies and betrayal.
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