Ava was his Achilles' heel.
Every time Andrew recalled something about Ava, his eyes were filled with hatred.
He said the person he hated most was Ava, the woman who betrayed their love.
I didn't understand it at that time.
If it weren't for deep love, how could there be such intense hatred?
Two years ago, Ava divorced the rich man and returned home.
After that, Andrew secretly picked Ava up and dropped her off from work.
He celebrated Ava's birthday and he bought Ava the limited edition bag that I had been waiting for for a long time...
Someone told me about this so we quarreled again and again.
Then I compromised again and again but our last quarrel was the final one.
He kicked me out of the car to pick up Ava and I died that night.
Andrew returned to our house.
What greeted him was not the sumptuous meals and warm lights as usual.
He turned on the light and called my name in the hallway.
There was no response.
Andrew threw down his suit, hesitating for a long time, and sent a message to me, but no one responded: [Olivia, stop messing around and come back soon. ]
Then, he dialed my number. "I'm sorry, the number you dialed... "
Andrew tried several times, but no one answered.