AVA'S POV:
"Did it?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Ava, I will never hurt you." Yan said, but I snorted and pushed him.
I turned to leave before I stopped on my tracks and turned to him. "Yan, maybe my presence here gave you the thought that I wanted to be with you. But that's wrong; I don't even imagine myself being your wife."
Then I hurried inside the house to find the kids so we could leave; they each had small gift bags with them.
"Come, let's go... No one should ask silly questions," I warned before hand, as I wasn't in the mood to entertain silly questions.
They understood me and followed me outside; the old Earlton was at the entrance beside Yan, and they just stood there and watched us leave; this made me relieved.
We took a cab, which took us home. I was tired and asked the kids to go to bed immediately, and I plunged on my soft bed.
"Such a jerk." I couldn't believe he was pretending to care and even love me; he should have been an actor.
I was brought out of my trance by the call from my phone. I checked the caller and sighed in relief, seeing that it was my brother.
"Hello?"
"Ava, I dropped by earlier, but you weren't around. Did you all go out?" He asked, If I told him I went to the Earlton's, then it was going to cause a big fuss.
"Hmm," I simply replied, hoping he wouldn't ask where I went.
"Okay, I want Yan's personal contact. I am sure you have it, so send it to me."
Huh?
"Brother..." I stuttered. What did he want to do with Yan's personal contact? Did he plan to cause trouble or what?
"Don't always be on alert, Ava; send the contact now and tomorrow... Come over at the mansion," Mike explained before he hung up.
What was he planning right now? I was tired and seriously not in the mood for any drama; I already received enough today.
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The next morning, I dropped the kids off at school. I waved at them as they hurried inside. I was about to return to my car when I heard a lady yell.
"Miss Wood"
I stopped and turned to find Ryan's teacher; she approached me and tried to catch her breath first.
"Good day," I smiled at her, and worry was obvious on my face. Why did she have to call me so loudly and then run towards me?
"I was about to call and invite you to school, but seeing you here... makes my task easier," she explained, and I nodded, anticipating to get what Ryan had done.
"Please go on; should I be worried about something?" My palms were already sweaty.
"I dont know how to say this about a six-year-old kid, but he is very rebellious; he does whatever he wants and not what he is asked to do. He prefers skipping classes; he locks himself up in the restroom just to watch games."
Shocked, that's what was visible on my face.
"The other day he pulled a prank on an older student who let him to the hospital, then he lied he wasn't the one... I would have believed him if I didn't see it with my own eyes."
What? Ryan did all that stuff? He was just a kid, so how could he have already done all the rebellious things meant for people twice his age?
"Miss Wood, are you listening to me?" She brought me out of my reverie, and I gave her a thankful smile.
"Thanks for telling me this; I will definitely try my best to handle this."
She nodded in appreciation, "I will return then."
Then she left, and I walked to the car and hit the steering wheel angrily. I had no idea how to solve such a situation.
What led him to act this way? I had no idea. What words was I going to tell him?
My phone chimed a new message from Mike, which read, [Are you on your way?]
Why did he insist so much that I come to his mansion? I drove out and soon arrived at his place, parked the car, and walked down.
This was my parents home, where I grew up. After Mike got married, I didn't want to be a burden to him and his wife, so I chose to move out. How I missed my parents.
I walked in, and my brows furrowed when I spotted Yan and Mike in the sitting room. What the fuck was Yan doing here?
Our gaze met, and he winked at me. I quickly looked away, and my gaze focused on Mike as I approached them.
"Brother, you called for me," I said, obviously ignoring Yan and his cringe eyes.
"Sure, you should sit," Mike said, and I nodded and sat on the opposite couch. Dona, Mike's wife, walked to me with a glass of coffee. "How are you doing, Ava?" she asked with a bright smile.
"I am good, thanks," I returned the smile and sipped the coffee. She sat next to Mike before he started.
"So, I dont want to ignore some facts about your life, Ava," Mike said, and I blinked. Where was he drawing to?
"Although I hate it so much, I have to admit the fact that you are now married to Yan."
"I am not." I chimed in; the marriage was just in papers. Never will I accept the fact that he was my husband and I was his wife.
"Shut up, Ava, I am still talking," Mike scolded, and I sighed. Of course he was going to instill his older brother right on me.
Yan leaned back, and he had an annoyed look. If this annoyed him, then he shouldn't have come.
"I received a call from Fred two days ago," Mike blurted, and I wasn't surprised; the kids were having fun calling each other.
"That kid has never complained about his emotions or anything, but that day he did... he told me he wanted a complete family with both his parents. He also said Ryan and Lily needed it mostly."
Did Fred say all that?
My eyes became sore; I didn't know why, but I just felt hurt. I felt hurt that he couldn't talk to me and also the fact that Ryan was going through all that in school.
I thought I was doing a good job raising them; I thought they were happy with their current life, so why all this right now?
Did they always feel this way, or did it just start when Yan showed up?
"Ava, don't be offended, but the kids have asked me questions ever since they learned to pronounce the word father." Dona explained, and I couldn't hold back my tears as they rushed down my cheeks.
"Baby…" Yan hurried to me; he grabbed my hand when I pushed it away.
"What are you doing?" I asked between my sobs, and he used his thumb to clean my tears.
"Uhm, Yan… Don't touch her." Mike scolded as Dona held his hand. "Just let him be," she whispered, but I could get her.
"She is my wife." Yan didn't let go; he stood up and turned towards Mike.
"It doesn't matter if you approve or not; she is my wife, and those triplets are my kids... I will take care of anything that is going wrong, and don't bother... I will do a good job at it," he explained, and I stared at him; this caused me to snort. Was he really going to do that?
"All I want is a divorce," I spouted; I didn't want his name to be attached to mine.