He Left Me to Freeze, So I Burned His World Down Chapter 29

He Left Me to Freeze, So I Burned His World Down Chapter 29

Bennett once asked her if she wanted him to keep track of Graham.

Ava shook her head.

“No need, Bennett. Where he is and how he’s living have nothing to do with me anymore.”

“And Piper?” Bennett held her, his low voice a murmur against her ear. “I heard she had a complete breakdown in prison. Her lawyer is applying to have her transferred to a psychiatric hospital.”

Ava’s reaction was faint. She just rested her head on Bennett’s shoulder.

“That has nothing to do with me either.”

“Then what does have something to do with you?” Bennett laughed softly and kissed the top of her head.

In the distance, a figure in an electric wheelchair slowly approached, a bright smile on her face.

“You,” Ava said, looking at the approaching woman, a warmth in her eyes.

Over the years, every time she saw Nora, she still thought of that fall, of the despair when the doctor had declared her permanently paralyzed.

Even though Bennett had established one of the country’s top disabled equestrian therapy centers in her name, Ava still felt it wasn’t enough.

“What brings you here today?” Ava went to meet her and crouched beside the wheelchair.

Nora handed her an exquisite red envelope.

“An invitation.”

“You always wanted me to be happy. Well, I found my happiness.”

“Really?” Ava’s eyes lit up. She was so happy she almost jumped up to hug Nora and spin her around.

Bennett reacted quickly, steadying her from behind.

“Careful, darling,” he said, his voice full of nervous indulgence. “You’re not alone now.”

Nora’s eyes widened.

“You’re pregnant?”

Ava smiled and nodded.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m the godmother.”

“Of course.” Ava hugged her tightly. “There would be no one else.”

The two women held each other, tears of joy in their eyes.

This was the best ending they could have hoped for.

As for Graham, he later went to the remote Appalachian mountains.

He joined a nonprofit and taught at a run-down school in a small town.

Walking those quiet country roads, looking up at the clear blue sky, he would sometimes think of Ava.

He wondered how she was doing.

He wondered if she had children by now—a beautiful daughter who looked like her, or a tall son who looked like Bennett.

And after thinking this, he would slowly, gently smile.

Then, after a while, the tears would fall.