That evening, Ava couldn’t stop crying. She felt like there was no way out of the situation she had found herself in. Living with Peter under one roof knowing he had feelings for someone else was something she could never imagine. As she kept her head on the pillow, tears rolling down her face, she heard Peter’s footsteps, and the sound of a door closing.
The following morning, he wasn’t in their bed. She looked all over the house, but Peter was gone. At that moment, her eyes laid to the safe. Something urged her to open it; it was completely empty. The money, the jewelry, his passport. It was all gone.
Confused, she started the car and drove to Peter’s mom’s place. There was Martha, standing at the door and blaming Ava for her son’s decision to leave the country. “If it wasn’t for you and your stupid demand for divorce, nothing of this would have happened. you ruined your marriage and chased my son away,” Martha yelled.
Ava couldn’t believe what she was hearing and asked Martha if she was aware that Peter was having an affair.
“So, what?” Martha said. “You should have never tell my son you wanted to divorce hi, this is all on you.”
Realizing there was nothing Martha could help her with, Ava went back home. She was greeted by a strange silence. Everything in the house she had shared with Peter felt as though it never belonged to her. She felt like an intruder in her own home.
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