Ava Wilson

Ava Wilson (30) was sipping coffee at DDR Tech, her wealthy husband Tom Wilson’s company. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Paul Mitchell, the lawyer who handled her divorce 4 years ago. "Long time no see, Ava. Your ex-husband transferred a property to your name—a small stone house by Lake Geneva. A living room, bathroom, and 3 rooms. You need to sign the acceptance papers in two weeks. I'm emailing you the documents," Paul said. Shocked, Ava gasped, "My ex is giving me the lakeside house?" Refusing the email, she slammed her phone down and rushed to Paul's office in half an hour. Memories flooded back. Nine years ago, at 21, she sat on the hood of an old Ford by that very lake, looking at an abandoned stone ruin. "I'd love to live here," she smiled. "When we marry, I'll buy it, fix it, and we'll live here with our kids," he promised, kissing her forehead. They married two years later, but poverty struck. Egotistical and despising a hard life, Ava cheated with wealthy Tom Wilson, divorced her heartbroken husband, and left him shattered and she never regrets it. At Paul's office, hands trembling, Ava read the papers, she saw photos. The house was fully renovated, breathtaking, with a blooming garden. Paul handed her an envelope containing the keys and a letter. She read it, shaking: "I kept my promise. I bought the house, I fixed it. It's yours. I want to see you go there happy with Tom's kids when you have them." Refusing to sign just yet, Ava needed to find him. The next day, she tracked him to his new home in nearby Naperville and knocked on his door. He opened it, offering a calm, gentle smile, and let her step inside. Standing in his living room, clutching the keys and the letter, Ava's eyes blazed with a fierce, bewildered anger as she stared at the man whose heart she had once destroyed, only to receive the ultimate, agonizing gift.