Robert Dawson's bitterness on his wife for having another man's child, vexation for not having all the wealth in his name, the disappointment of being looked down upon due to nameless family background. He had vented all of it on a helpless weak girl, Ava Kelly.
He had called Ava Kelly sl*t, wh*re because he couldn't call that to his wife. He bashed her, imagining her as his wife. He had asked her questions like if the other man's bed was warmer.
Clueless Ava had no idea why he was blaming her for something she doesn't know. All she could do at that time was bear the pain, waiting for death.
This time Aarvi would decide how the man will live every hour, every day in his life.
Seeing Robert on knees, right in front of her, Aarvi sniggered at the man. Even though she was weak and helpless in the past, she never begged them so pitifully. She could never fall as low as this man had fallen.
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