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Married Before Midnight

Chapter 36: A New Dawn

Ava Taylor had never known a night like this. The moment she stepped into her new bedroom at the Carter house, she stood frozen in the doorway, her fingers brushing the soft lilac-painted walls. The bed was dressed in fresh white linens, a thick knitted blanket folded at the foot, and a small bookshelf stood in the corner, already filled with novels the twins had insisted she borrow. A window overlooked the backyard, where the golden glow of the setting sun spilled across the wooden floor. She exhaled, her chest tight with something unfamiliar—relief. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid to close her eyes.

The next morning, the scent of cinnamon and butter pulled her from sleep. Ava blinked, momentarily disoriented, before the warmth of the room settled over her again. She padded downstairs, following the sound of laughter. The dining table was a riot of noise—Olivia flipping pancakes with effortless grace, Charlotte dramatically recounting a disastrous audition, and the twins bickering over who stole the last strawberry. Eleanor sat at the head, her smile soft as she watched her daughters. “Ava!” Emily spotted her first, waving a syrup-coated fork. “You’re just in time. Olivia made blueberry pancakes, and if you don’t hurry, Lillian will inhale them all.” Lillian stuck out her tongue. “Lies. I’m savoring every bite.” Ava hesitated, but Eleanor patted the empty chair beside her. “Sit, sweetheart. There’s plenty.” She sat, and Olivia slid a plate in front of her—stacked high, golden-brown, dotted with bursting berries. “Eat up,” Olivia said, winking. “First rule of the Carter house—no one leaves the table hungry.” Ava took a bite. The sweetness melted on her tongue, and something inside her cracked open. This was what family felt like.

Two weeks passed in a blur of laughter and routine. Ava walked to school with the twins, their chatter a constant soundtrack. She helped Olivia at Sweet Beginnings after class, wiping tables and learning the difference between a cappuccino and a latte. Evenings were spent curled on the couch with Charlotte, watching old movies, or listening to Hannah dissect business strategies with Lucas. She almost forgot the weight she used to carry. Almost. --- The day it shattered was unremarkable.

Ava was walking home alone, humming under her breath, when a shadow fell across her path. “Well, well. Look who’s playing Cinderella.” Her blood turned to ice. Logan Brooks leaned against the brick wall of the corner store, his smirk curling like smoke. He hadn’t changed—same greasy hair, same yellowed teeth, same eyes that made her skin crawl. “You’ve landed yourself a fancy new family, huh?” He pushed off the wall, stepping too close. “Lucky you.” Ava’s throat closed. “What do you want?” Logan chuckled, the sound grating. “What do you think? You owe me, girl. Two hundred a month—starting now.” Her stomach lurched. “I don’t have that kind of money.” “Then you’d better figure it out.” His voice dropped, venomous. “Or I’ll make sure your precious Carters know exactly what kind of trash they brought into their home.” He walked away, whistling, leaving Ava trembling on the sidewalk.

That night, she moved through Sweet Beginnings like a ghost. Orders slipped her mind. She dropped a tray of muffins. “Ava?” Lucas’s voice cut through the fog as he caught her wrist. “You okay?” She forced a smile. “Just tired.” His gaze sharpened. “Try again.” Hannah appeared beside him, arms crossed. “You’ve been jumpy all afternoon. Did something happen?” Ava’s hands shook. She opened her mouth—then closed it. Eleanor’s voice floated from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready.” --- The dining table was quieter tonight. Ava picked at her food, the roast chicken turning to ash in her mouth. Lucas set his fork down. “Ava.” She flinched. Eleanor reached over, covering her hand. “Whatever it is, you can tell us.” Ava’s vision blurred. “I—I don’t want to ruin this.” Charlotte scoffed. “Please. The only way you could ruin this family is by stealing my favorite sweater. Which, for the record, I will fight you for.” A choked laugh escaped Ava. Then the words spilled out—Logan, the money, the threat. Silence. Lucas’s jaw clenched, his knuckles white around his glass. “That bastard.” Hannah’s eyes flashed. “He thinks he can extort you? After everything?” Eleanor’s grip tightened. “You listen to me, Ava. You are not alone in this.” Lillian slammed her hands on the table. “We’re not letting him near you.” Emily nodded fiercely. “Ever.” Ava’s breath hitched. “But he—he’ll tell you things. About me. About my mom—” “We don’t care,” Olivia said simply. Lucas leaned forward, his voice low and dangerous. “Here’s what we’re going to do”.