My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: This marriage is not working.

The sunlight flooded the room, jolting Ava awake. She didn’t know when she fell asleep last night. Her eyes ached from continuous crying. Her body ached and her hand throbbed painfully. But she ignored the pain and jumped out of the bed, rushing to the door.

To her surprise, the door swung open effortlessly, no longer locked. She darted out of the room, heading straight for the main entrance. Finally, she could escape.

But as she reached the hall, Martha appeared with her usual polite smile, blocking her path. “Good morning, Madam. I hope you slept well.”

Ava paused, momentarily taken aback at her sudden appearance. She composed herself quickly and said, “Martha, I need to leave. I don’t want to stay locked up in this house.”

The smile on Martha’s face faltered. “I am afraid you can’t leave, Madam,” she said apologetically. “Sir has ordered that you cannot leave. The guards at the gate have strict instructions not to let you out.”

Ava’s temper flared. “Where is Dylan?” she barked. “I need to speak to him. Now.”

Martha remained composed, though her gaze flickered with unease. “He left for the office early this morning,” she explained. “Please don’t be upset, Madam. Sir will call you. In the meantime, why don’t you freshen up? I’ll bring your breakfast shortly.”

Ava’s chest heaved with frustration. She wasn’t interested in her hospitality. She wanted to get out of there right away. She stormed back into the bedroom, took her phone, and dialed Dylan’s number.

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before he finally picked up.

“How long are you planning to keep me locked up?” she spat. “I feel suffocated here. Tell your guards to let me leave.”

“You can go anywhere you want.” Dylan’s voice was calm yet chilling in its arrogance. “But only if you continue being my loyal wife, just like before. You are not allowed to mention divorce again, and you will not see Ethan. Give me your word, and the guards won’t stop you.”

Each word he spoke dripped with control and entitlement, adding to the storm brewing inside her. “You are insane,” she yelled, furiously ending the call.

“Loyal wife? What a joke.” Ava’s mouth twisted. “What do you think of me? When I was willing to give you everything, you didn’t care. Now that I’m ready to leave, you suddenly realize I am your loyal wife! This is ridiculous.”

Tossing the phone onto the bed, she marched into the bathroom.

Ava deliberately took a long time in taking a bath, soaking herself into the bathtub to calm her raging mind. The aroma of the lavender shower gel and the sweet scent of cinnamon candles did help her sooth her frayed nerves, but her annoyance still gnawed at her.

She wouldn’t stay here much longer. “The divorce agreement is ready. Let him come home.”

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When Dylan returned home, he was shocked as Ava handed him the divorce agreement.

“Again?” he growled, the muscles in his jaw tightening. “You’re so eager to leave me?”

Ava met his anger without flinching. “I tried, Dylan – to make this marriage work,” she replied calmly. She was determined not to argue with him tonight. “I did everything I could to win your heart, but I failed. And now, I accept that failure. This marriage isn’t working. We’re both constantly stressed, and always fighting. This isn’t the life I wanted. It’s better for both of us that we part ways.”

Dylan clasped documents into balls with a mix of anger and anxiety. His insides churned as if the fire had replaced his blood. “If anyone is ending this marriage, it’s going to be me,” he spat. “I told you before, and I’m telling you again—we are not divorcing.”

Ava sighed, too drained to engage in another shouting match. Shaking her head, she replied flatly, “I’m done with this, Dylan. You can’t force me to stay.”

As she turned to leave, Dylan’s hand shot out, gripping her arm tightly. “You’re not allowed to leave this house,” he hissed.

Ava looked into his eyes in a challenging way. “Stop me if you can,” she dared.

The fire in her eyes caught Dylan off guard, his grip around her arm loosening. Without another word, she pulled free and strode toward the door. She could feel his gaze on her back, her heart pounding. But he didn’t make a move to stop her. Her legs shook slightly as she stepped out of the house.

Dylan stood there, his fury boiling beneath the surface. Every fiber of his being screamed to drag her back, to not let her walk away, but something held him back. His chest heaved with the weight of his suppressed rage as he watched her go.

“You’ll come crawling back,” he muttered under his breath, eyes darkening. “And you’ll beg me to take you back.”

Dylan stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Ava was relieved that the guards didn’t stop her. She took a deep breath. Finally, she got her freedom, but the ache in her heart still lingered. She had truly loved Dylan and hoped for a beautiful life with him, but it ended on a bitter note.

She took another deep breath. “No more dwelling in the past. I’ve many things to do.” She walked down the street, looking for a taxi. Meanwhile, a man rushed over to her and stopped her.

Ava paused, taken aback. “What do you want?” she exclaimed panicked.

“Give me money,” the man demanded. “Give me whatever you have.” He tugged at her bag, his eyes wild with desperation.

Ava retaliated. She held on tightly, refusing to let go, her fingers aching from the strain. The street was eerily quiet, with no one in sight to help her.

“Help! Somebody, please!” she screamed.

The man yanked harder, and Ava stumbled forward, losing her footing. With one final pull, he wrenched the bag from her hands and ran away.

“Wait!” Ava shouted and took off after him.

The man was fast, too fast, and she felt the hopelessness creeping in. Her legs began to burn, and the gap between them grew wider. But Ava pushed harder, she had to get her bag back.

Just as she was about to lose sight of him, a car screeched to a halt in front of the man. The thief froze in his tracks, startled, and in his panic, he dropped the bag. He glanced back at Ava, then at the car, before deciding to flee in the opposite direction.

Ava slowed down, gasping for air. Relief washed over her. She wiped the sweat from her brow and took a step closer to the car.

The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing the figure inside. Ava’s expression froze as she saw the familiar face.

It was Nicholas.