Chapter 215 Primal Emotions
Ava was on the brink of fury, her anger stoked by Alexander's overbearing demeanor. The audacity of him, to freely spend time with Isabella while she was denied a night out with a friend. It was preposterous.
"Alexander, I won’t go back with you. If you wish to leave, then do so. We will be divorced by tomorrow. Do not dare to assume you have any control over me," she declared, her patience worn thin by his constant manipulation of her emotions.
"Open the door," he demanded.
Alexander was akin to a volcano on the verge of eruption, his anger simmering like molten lava, gathering a tremendous force and surging upwards, teetering on the precipice of explosion.
Ava, however, had no intention of opening the door. Fearful of Alexander's potential intrusion, she confronted him, her voice laced with panic. "Alexander, can you please refrain from pressuring me like this? Look at the state we're in. What's the point of forcing me to return? Even if I were to go back tonight, our divorce is still inevitable tomorrow!"
"Open the door!" Alexander's voice echoed as he lifted his foot and slammed it against the metal door with a ferocity that was palpable.
From a distance, William sensed the escalating tension and promptly approached. "Alexander, stop tormenting Ava. Haven't you tormented her enough? How far do you intend to push her? You're crossing the line!"
"William, you're in no position to lecture me. Who do you think you are?" Alexander's roar was thunderous.
In public, he maintained the facade of an elegant gentleman, but who would have imagined that behind closed doors, he was capable of such wild, agitated outbursts?
Even the most seemingly perfect individuals could be provoked by their primal emotions, acting no better than squabbling school children fighting over a piece of candy.
"Yes, I am nothing," William retorted, his laugh cold and bitter. "But you’re even less. Ava's marriage to you has brought her nothing but misfortune, but thankfully, she’ll be free of you tomorrow!"
"Shut up!" Alexander bellowed, his voice resonating like a beast's roar.
"Ava, I'm telling you one last time, come home with me!"
William swiftly moved Ava behind him, shielding her. "She's not returning with you. You're being absurd. You're the one at fault, yet you act as if you're the victim. It's ludicrous."
"Enough," Ava whispered, gently tugging at his sleeve, her worry evident that William's words might further provoke Alexander, causing the situation to spiral out of control.
Alexander, witnessing Ava's subtle gesture, felt his anger intensify. "William, if you have any courage, open the door and stop hiding behind it!"
"Very well, I’ll open it!"
However, as William reached for the door, Ava quickly intervened. "Don't."
She pushed William forcefully, causing him to stumble a few steps backward.
If William opened the door, it was likely that fists would have been thrown.
"Ava, is this your choice? No wonder you told me you were unhappy, that you'd had enough. It seems only with William can you find happiness!" His words dripped with biting sarcasm, his taunting smirk a glaring insult. "How long have you two been an item? A year? Two years? Three?"
William's fists clenched, his knuckles popping. He was about to retort when Ava interjected, her voice thunderous. “Alexander, you're right.”
She grasped William's arm triumphantly. “I've been seeing him for ages. On my birthday, I dressed up for our date, only for Ethan to ruin it. Your desire for a divorce suits me perfectly, I can’t wait to be with William.”
William paused, seemingly taken aback by Ava’s unexpected declaration.
