Chapter 2: The Reason Why I Married a Trash Like You

Damian was stunned and at a loss for words, while Ava approached Carson who was still on the ground. "Carson, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It was a surprise attack, so I wasn't able to retaliate." Carson stood up, maintaining his cool. 

“Surprise attack? That's bullshit." Damian laughed sardonically, his gaze not leaving Ava. “If you’re gonna cheat on me, you should have chosen a decent man instead.”

“What did you say? Are you telling me I'm not a decent man, you fucking shithead?" Carson pushed Damian on the shoulder, making him stumble, but failed.

Damian smirked coldly as he removed Carson's hand. "Your words, not mine.”

"You freaking bastard!"

Carson was about to attack Damian, but Ava immediately held onto his arm, stopping him. "There are so many people watching. Don't ruin our engagement just because of this!”

"Engagement? Ava, what the fuck?" Damian raised an eyebrow, confused. "How could you be engaged with another man if we're married?"

"Married?" It was Carson’s turn to be confused. He looked at Ava, his eyes narrowing. "Is that true? You're married to a beggar like him?"

“O-Of course not!" Ava exclaimed, slightly stammering with the fear of Carson knowing about her marriage with Damian. "I won't even accept your proposal if I'm married, don't you think? I only love you, Carson. Only you!”

"Ava!" Damian called loudly, taking Ava's attention. “I'm your fucking husband! How could you toss me away just like this?!”

Suddenly, Ava’s gaze became cold and menacing. She looked Damian up and down, a hint of disdain on her lips. “Husband? You?”

The other visitors who came upstairs because of the commotion laughed, obviously mocking Damian. To make things worse, they took videos and photos, and uploaded it on their social media sites. 

In a snap, Damian’s reputation was ruined, the same as the relationship he cherished the most.

“Yes. Me,” Damian answered confidently.

Everyone laughed, including Carson. 

“You’re pretty, so everyone was dreaming of having you. Too bad, you’re mine.” Carson placed one hand on Ava’s shoulder and gave Damian a condescending gaze. “Go away before I ask my guards to beat you.”

"You..." Damian breathed heavily and clenched his fists.

As the anger ignited inside him, Damian went to Carson quickly and punched him in the face, hard. Before Carson knew it, he was already on the ground. He had a slight cut on his lip, and his nose was bleeding, causing him to panic.

“B-Blood…” Carson muttered, his eyes widening.

“Carson! Oh my God!”

“What are you doing, you freak?!”

“Call the guards! Take that beggar to the police station! He shouldn’t go away with this!”

Damian’s face went pale as he took a step back. Seeing how the guards ran toward him, he immediately escaped from the Medivien mansion. Since he was going in and out of this mansion for months now, he knew where he could exit discreetly.

Before he could successfully escape, someone pulled him. He stopped and looked back, and saw Ethan Medivien—the Medivien family’s first child and the next heir. He was known as an intimidating person, but Damian thought he’s the kindest.

But now, it’s different. Ethan looked at him with disgust. 

“Ava wanted to talk to you. Follow me,” Ethan instructed.

Damian obliged. They walked and stopped in front of a brown door, probably one of the guest rooms. 

“Ava is waiting for you inside.” He pointed at the door. “Don’t you dare do something evil to my sister or you won’t like the consequence.”

Damian shook his head in response, thinking that it was Ava who’s evil and not him. Opening the door, he saw Ava wearing the same clothes and her usual resting bitch face.

“Why did you call me?” Damian asked coldly.

Ava didn’t answer. Instead, she threw a brown envelope at Damian. Damian opened it, and smirked as he read what the document was all about.

“Divorce agreement? But you told everyone that we’re not married,” asked Damian in a cold yet pained tone.

Ava scoffed. “Cut the bullshit and just sign it. I don’t want to spend any longer in the same room as you.” She threw the pen at Damian.

Damian remained silent, weighing the pros and cons of the divorce. Seconds later, he reached a conclusion. “I will not divorce you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Hey, do you think it’s a choice for you to make? It’s an order!” Ava clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Damian never failed to irritate the shit out of her. “Sign the fucking papers.”

“Well, I don’t want to.” 

Damian threw the paper and the pen on the king-sized bed. He looked at Ava and spoke. “Money or fame didn’t bother you before…But you’re acting differently now. What happened to you? I thought you loved me?”

“Love?” Ava rolled her eyes and looked at him in disdain. “Mistake, rather.”

Damian’s brows furrowed, confused. “What?”

“I thought you’re rich, and you’re the hidden heir of the Ferremento family, but you’re not…” Ava looked at Damian from head to toe. “In the end, you’re nothing but a poor, useless man.”

“You…You messed up with my life like this just because of that?”

“Well, just think of this as a good experience… Because who else will marry you despite your poverty?” Ava looked Damian in the eye, her gaze unwavering. “No one.”

She took the document again and gave it to Damian. “Sign the papers while I’m being nice.”

Still, Damian didn't move. Ava thought that he was waiting for alimony, so she pulled a green card in her pocket. “Fifty thousand dollars, and scholarship at Medivien University. This should be enough for a beggar like you, right?”

To her surprise, Damian moved her hand away. "I don't need everything from you now, Ava. Your disrespect was already enough for me to divorce you."

"You dare turn down my offer?" Ava blinked twice in shock and flickered the card toward Damian's face. It hit his cheek. "You know what? Your pride is the main reason why you're poor. If you only kissed Carson's shoe earlier instead of punching him, who knows if he'll give you a permanent job after that?"

"I'll choose to be poor forever than do that." Damian scoffed. He finally signed the divorce agreement before giving it back to Ava. “Are you happy now?”

“Very,” Ava sniggered, taking back the divorce paper with a smirk. “Keep your mouth shut about this, or I will destroy your life. Don’t take my words lightly. You know what my family can do to you.”