"Evan, I was blind before and couldn't see the truth, but now I know I was wrong. Tonight, I'll treat you to a great meal. Please help me out one more time!"
"You said it! You're paying tonight! Let's head to our usual spot."
That evening, I drove my brand-new Bentley to pick up Evan and took him to our regular restaurant.
Ironically, I had bought this car because I overheard Ava saying she wanted it, and I secretly placed the order.
Little did I know that by the time the car arrived at the dealership, I would already be divorcing her.
After parking in the restaurant's underground garage, I noticed a familiar white Porsche.
"Evan, let's go somewhere else. That's Ava's car, and I really don't want to see her."
Evan, however, wasn't having it.
"Jeremy, are you a man or not? She's the one who ruined the marriage, so why are you backing down?"
He got out of the car and headed straight for the elevator, leaving me no choice but to follow.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, there she was — Ava, heavily made-up, wearing a strapless dress and black stockings, arm-in-arm with her lover, Tobias. We ran into each other face-to-face.