AVA REVENGE

osphere of the funeral had been broken by the sound of engines revving outside. Heads turned as a stretch limousine glided onto the premises, flanked by a convoy of sle

ore modest cars parked around it. As the convoy came to a halt, the crowd craned their necks to get a bette

matic figure often seen in high society, had arrived. His presence, though unexpected, sent waves of in

chael Evans, as composed and elegant as ever, emerged from the car, his movements graceful yet command

ple yet striking black dress. Ava Cardiff. The murmurs grew louder, disbelief and curiosity mingling in the air. It wasn't just the sight of Ava that

th Michael Evans?" a bys

el doing with someone like her?" another

nter of attention. The resemblance they bore to someone familiar was uncanny, though no one c

shouting questions, their voices blending i

the Wiltons family, Ava hooked up with Mr. Evans? And they

outed over the clamor. "What's your relationship wi

s about to take over the Cardiff G

one by turning toward the crowd with a slight nod. Though he wasn't fon

s," he said, his voice calm and mea

heir imaginations running wild with speculation. Friends?

hful protection. Today was not about the rumors swirling around them. It was about saying goodbye. Ava's fathe

solemn as she made three deep bows in front of the headst

rm, almost familial scene played out before the crowd, a picture of unity amidst the confusion. The o

s?" someone asked, disbelief

be married to that wom

omeone like Michael would accept som

e with growing irritation. Her daughter had been engaged to Augustine, Ava's ex-fiancé, and now, seeing Ava in the

locked on Ava. "Ava, dear... whose children are these?

y're my children," she said calmly. She then gestured to

nocent faces lighting up as they spoke

and Augustine was undeniable now, especially in their eyes. It w

what she was seeing. "And... who's their father?

e in the interrogation. She had come here to say goodbye

to Emilia. "Mrs. Cardiff, I'm Michael Evans. Ava and I are close frie

nality to his words. It was clear he wasn't goin

d with possibilities. Could Augustine be the father of these boys? If so

betraying no emotion. But inside, he was a storm of conf

er and the children away from the prying eyes. Today was about fami