Chapter 216 The Unknown Future
William could discern the desperation in Ava's words, not malice. He understood that she was causing herself the most pain with her utterances.
Alexander’s eyes, almost bloodshot, were filled with a rage that was barely contained. Suddenly, he erupted into laughter. "Ava," he scoffed, "it's amusing how you portray yourself as the victim. You accuse me of unfaithfulness while you've been cavorting with this man. You've forfeited any right to play the martyr in my presence!"
His callous words pierced Ava's heart like daggers, the pain was suffocating.
William, seething with anger, found Alexander to be utterly despicable. He yearned to knock some sense into him, or at the very least, give him a piece of his mind. However, he knew that arguing at this point would be futile. The situation was already volatile, and any further conflict would only exacerbate Ava's distress.
So, he restrained himself, offering comfort by holding Ava's hand.
Ava dabbed at the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes and let out a soft chuckle. "If you can't bear to see me in such a pitiful state, then you shouldn't appear before me. What are you even doing here at this late hour?" she asked.
"Alexander, don't you find your words and actions to be contradictory? You're absurd!" Ava had once thought of herself as the most laughable woman in the world. Now, she found Alexander to be equally ridiculous.
How had these two jesters found each other?
They were like mismatched puzzle pieces, a square and a circle, never meant to fit together. Perhaps Cupid, in a drunken stupor, had haphazardly bound two incompatible souls. Now, with Cupid sober, they were torn apart once more.
A heavy silence descended upon the trio, each second stretching out painfully.
When Alexander finally broke the silence, his tone had shifted to a cool calm, a stark contrast to his earlier outburst. He took a few steps back, leaning nonchalantly against his car with his arms crossed. A corner of his mouth lifted into a sly smile. "Ava, we've discussed divorce so many times, but something always interferes. What if tomorrow, something else prevents us from finalizing it?"
Ava's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with shock. She rushed forward to clutch the iron gate. "Alexander, what are you implying?" she demanded.
With a glint of cunning in his eye, Alexander replied unhurriedly, "Exactly what I said. Tomorrow's divorce isn't guaranteed. I might have a few drinks, or I might be occupied with Isabella. A myriad of inconveniences could arise. Who has time for a divorce?"
His expression was one of exasperation, yet he seemed to be mulling over potential excuses. It was clear to Ava that he could fabricate disruptions at will, leaving their marriage in a state of perpetual limbo!
Ava, gasping for breath, tightened her grip on the iron gate. "Alexander, we agreed to divorce tomorrow. Why are you doing this?" she snapped.
"What am I doing?" Alexander narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. It's just that no one knows what might delay us tomorrow. The future is uncertain."
This 'uncertainty', it was clear, was entirely within Alexander's control.
