Ava sat quietly, her eyes downcast. “Wait, Dera. You don’t even know Ambrose. How can you hate him that much?” Dara laughed softly, her tone tinged with a hint of frustration. “It’s not about hating him, Ava. I just want the best for you. It bothers me seeing you stressed over someone who can’t even afford a $100 ticket. You deserve someone who can offer you more, someone who can make you happy and secure. Ambrose is just dragging you down.” Ava looked up, her voice firm. “Ambrose isn’t dragging me down. My mom once told me how, when they were classmates, Ambrose’s mom treated her so well and sacrificed a lot for her. So, Ambrose deserves to be treated right, whether he’s rich or poor. My mom got certain opportunities because of what Ambrose’s mom did for her.” Dara shook her head dismissively. “Forget about those things, Ava. That’s between them, not you and him. Besides, what you’ve already done for him is more than enough. You don’t need to go out of your way to repay something f

Dera, desperate to help, kept pulling at the man’s arm and shouting for help. She even turned to the people around them, pleading for assistance. However, most were too engrossed in their own drinks and dancing to notice the escalating situation, their attention fixed on their own enjoyment. Ava’s fear grew as she felt increasingly trapped, the crowd’s indifference making her plight even more frightening. Ava, her voice trembling with fear and frustration, shouted, “Leave me alone! My husband will deal with you!” The man laughed mockingly, his grip still firm. “Husband? Are you lying to me?” “I’m not lying,” Ava insisted, her voice edged with desperation. “He’s here, and he won’t spare you.” The young man’s smile widened as he taunted Ava. “I want to see who this husband of yours is. Come on, let’s go to the center. Everyone will see us, and then we’ll see how bold your man can be to come after me.” With that, he began dragging Ava forcefully toward the center of the club, his gr

Ava, hearing her name called in a familiar voice, felt a surge of hope. Her face lit up as she quickly scanned the crowd. As she spotted Ambrose standing aside, a tear rolled down her cheek, and she called out, “A…am… Ambrose.” The relief and happiness she felt were palpable, as if his presence alone could erase her great despair. Dera, glancing at Ambrose, felt a slight frown form on her face. She was frustrated to see him show up now, feeling he was intruding at a critical moment. “Ambrose, please save me,” Ava pleaded, her pride forgotten in her desperation. Ambrose, his heart aching at the sight of his wife being forced and manipulated, felt a surge of fury. He advanced toward Felix with determination, his anger evident. The crowd began to murmur, wondering who this young man was. Felix turned and sneered, “Oh, so is he your husband you mentioned? Not bad—he’s dressed neatly and has good looks too. But who told you that even if he’s really your husband, he can save you from me

Aurora started driving again, but after a short while, she noticed Ambrose was unusually quiet. She pulled over slightly, tapped his arm, and said, “Ambrose.”Ambrose, jolted back to reality, looked at her and replied, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. What’s wrong?”“Your mind isn’t here,” Aurora said with concern. “Is everything fine?”Ambrose nodded and said, “I’m fine. It’s late already,” he glanced at the time, “why did you stop? Let’s go.”Aurora nodded and resumed driving. After a moment, she glanced at him and said, “Your wife…”Ambrose interrupted, “Her name is Ava.”Aurora nodded and continued, “Why were you so cold to Ava, even though you love her? I could see how much it hurt you to know she was being forced. You even wanted to hit that guy with a bottle, not caring about the consequences.”“Was I cold to her?” Ambrose asked, his face expressionless.“Yes, you were. You should have spoken to her calmly,” Aurora said. “I know she might have done something to upset you, but she’s a lady.

Ava’s expression darkened instantly. She said respectfully but firmly, “Mom, please don’t mention Ambrose again. I don’t want to hear his name right now.”Elizabeth stood up, looking concerned. “What’s wrong, Ava? Why are you angry all of a sudden just because I mentioned Ambrose? Aren’t you worried that he’s out there?”“I’m not, Mom,” Ava snapped. “Wherever he is, I don’t care, and whatever he’s doing is none of my business. It’s never been my business, Mom.”Before Elizabeth could respond, Ava cut her off. “It’s late, Mom. I’m going to sleep. You should too; I have something important to work on tomorrow.” With that, Ava walked upstairs.Elizabeth watched her daughter ascend the stairs, then turned to Dera with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with your friend?”“Uhm, she’s just stressed, Auntie. She’ll be fine,” Dera said before also heading upstairs.Once Ava entered her room, she locked the door behind her. She undressed, revealing her perfect figure, and stepped into the sho