My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Ava at gun point Chapter 315: Ava at gun point Ethan’s hands trembled as he flipped through the documents.

It was legal documents to revoke the shares and properties the Williams had given him.

His brows furrowed deeper with every line he read, the words hammering into his skull like the toll of a death knell.

The realization struck him like a lightning bolt-Thomas had suspected him long before he even noticed.

His face turned pale instantly his fingers tightening around the edges of the paper.

But it was the next set of documents that truly sent a chill down his spine.

The photographs of himself with Lydia.

A cold sweat broke across his skin.

‘They knew.

They knew all along.’ His shoulders slumped as shame clawed at him from the inside.

He had believed his secrets were buried deep.

But now, they were laid bare in front of him, exposed for the world to see.

His chest tightened with regret.

‘I should have never listened to Lydia.

I should have never met her.’ But it was too late.

His sins had caught up to him, and now, there was nowhere left to run.

“We treated you as a family.” Ava’s voice was cold.

“Papa gave you everything.

He took you in and raised you as his own son.

And how did you repay him?

You conspired to kill him-with Lydia.

You poisoned him.” Poisoned?

The word crashed over him like a tidal wave.

His breath hitched, and his head snapped up, eyes wide with shock.

‘How did she know?’ His mind spun in frantic circles.

The poison was untraceable.

He had discarded it carefully, left no trail.

It was a secret-only he and Lydia knew.

How did Ava find out about it?

But then-Lydia’s warning echoed in his mind.

Could it be Lydia had already revealed the secret to the cops?

His throat dried as he struggled to make sense of it.

But before he could speak, Ava pulled something out of her bag.

A small, clear pouch.

She held it up between her fingers.

“Do you recognize this?” she asked.

His face drained of all color as he saw the vial he had discarded in the trash.

‘How did she get that?

Had she been following me?’ “Do you know what it is?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Her gaze pinned him like a hawk about to strike.

“It’s a silent killer.

It makes the victim sick, weakens their body€¦ and eventually, it can cause a fatal heart attack.

But it leaves no trace.” She let the words sink in, watching his every reaction.

“Did you use this on Papa?

Did you cause his heart attack?” Looking at his pale face, she knew the answer already.

But she wanted him to confess, to put him behind bars for his crime.

Ethan exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face as he scrambled to steady himself.

His throat felt like sandpaper.

It seemed that she hadn’t learned the secret yet.

It was just a suspicion.

The thought anchored him.

The thought anchored him.

Ava had suspicions but no real proof.

No races of poison had been found in Thomas’s blood.

Ava had nothing concrete against him.

There was still a way out.

He just had to be smart.

Drawing in a measured breath, he forced his expression into one of disbelief and hurt.

“What are you talking about?

Poison?

Why would I ever do something like that?” Since he couldn’t hide his meeting with Lydia, he twisted the fact.

“She has been trying to turn me against Mr.

Williams for months,” he added, “calling me, pressuring me.

But I never gave in.

I only went to meet her to understand her plans so I could protect you and your father.” He was saying so seriously that Ava was speechless.

Her brows furrowed.

For a fleeting second, doubt flickered in her eyes.

Was she mistaken?

“I swear, Ava.

I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice was earnest, almost desperate.

He pointed at the vial.

“This?

Lydia gave this to me to keep me safe.

I don’t even know what it is or what she intended to do with it.” Ava’s mind flashed back to Alex’s warning.

Ethan had tried to kill Nicholas in the past.

A man capable of that-was capable of anything.

The uncertainty in her gaze vanished.

She crossed her arms, scoffing.

“So you just kept it without asking questions?” Her voice dripped with skepticism.

“Do you take me for a fool?” “I kept it because I needed Lydia to trust me,” he reasoned.

“The Brooks have been after the Williams for years.

I wanted to stay close to her, to know her next move.” His words compelled her to consider.

Could there be any truth in what he was saying?

But her conscience told her otherwise.

She was not about to fall for his twisted manipulations.

“Lydia and Dylan are driven by revenge,” he murmured, eyes dark and piercing.

“They’ll stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Who knows what they have done behind closed doors?

Even if your father was poisoned, how can you be so sure it wasn’t them?” Ava’s patience snapped.

Her fury ignited as he accused Dylan.

“Enough,” she roared.

“Don’t dare drag Dylan into this.

He didn’t betray me.

You did.” Her voice cut through the air like a blade.

“My father trusted you, and you repaid him with deceit.

“If Dylan were in league with Lydia, he wouldn’t have thrown her behind bars.

But you?” She sneered.

“You worked with her.

You schemed in the shadows, and when the truth threatened to come out, you discarded the poison like a coward.” Ava lifted the pouch again, her fingers tightening around it.

“Your fingerprints are on this vial.

This is enough to put you behind bars.” She pushed herself up on her feet.

“I’ve already contacted the police.

They’ll be here any minute.

Your lies won’t save you now.” She turned to leave.

But in a flash-Ethan lunged.

His arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her back against him.

Cold metal pressed against the small of her back.

“Not another move.

Not another word.

Or you’re dead.” Ava gasped as she realized she was at his gunpoint.

Her pulse pounded like a war drum.

Dread churned in her stomach as she thought of her baby.

“Ethan, don’t be reckless.

You’re only making this worse.” His grip tightened.

“You left me no choice,” he whispered darkly.

“I never wanted to hurt you.

But I can’t let you ruin everything.

You’re my hostage now.

You’re getting me out of this country.” Ava flinched as the cold barrel of the gun pressed harder into her back.

She had no choice.

Her legs moved, carrying her toward the exit as commanded.

She couldn’t risk anything-not with a life growing inside her.