All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-husband's Regret: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The afternoon had settled into a strange kind of quiet. The doctor had left almost twenty minutes ago. Grace sat near the window with the baby sleeping against her shoulder. Clara was scrolling through her phone, though she had not turned a single page or read a single message in the last several minutes. Mrs. Taylor sat silently in a corner chair, occasionally glancing toward Matthew before looking away again. Ava remained beside the bed. She had not moved far from Matthew since arriving. One of her hands rested on the mattress near his. As though some stubborn part of her still needed reassurance that he was there. Matthew leaned against the raised hospital bed, watching the room with the cautious curiosity of someone dropped into a life that belonged to somebody else. Now and then his gaze drifted toward Ava. He did not understand why. There was simply something about her presence that settled the restlessness inside him. The silence stretched comfortably betwee

Ava's father entered first. Her mother followed closely behind him. They had traveled immediately after receiving Ava's call, and the exhaustion of the journey sat heavily on both of them. Still, neither looked tired enough to hide the concern written across their faces. The moment Sophie's eyes landed on them, surprise flickered across her expression. Mrs. Bennett's gaze moved from Ava to Matthew and finally settled on Sophie. The room fell silent. Nobody spoke for several seconds. Ava was the first to break it. "You look surprised." Sophie's jaw tightened. "I did not know you called them." Ava nodded. "I did." Sophie folded her arms across her chest. "Of course you did." Ava stared at her. "I think they deserve to know the truth." A muscle moved in Sophie's jaw. "The truth." "Yes." Ava's voice remained steady. "The truth." Mr. Raymond stepped forward, his eyes resting on Sophie. "What truth is she talking about?" Sophie immediately looked away. Nobody answered. M

The apartment was smaller than the house Matthew had sold, but it felt warm. Sunlight streamed through the large windows overlooking the street below. The walls were painted a soft cream, and the furniture had clearly been chosen for comfort rather than appearance. After weeks spent in hospital rooms filled with antiseptic smells and the constant beeping of monitors, the simple apartment felt almost luxurious. Clara parked outside and helped everyone carry the bags inside. Mr. Martin was already waiting near the entrance. The moment he saw them, a smile spread across his face. "There you are." He walked forward immediately. "Ava." His eyes softened when they landed on the baby. "And this must be the little gentleman everybody has been talking about." Ava smiled. "Yes." Mr. Martin leaned slightly closer. "He is handsome." Grace laughed. "He gets that from his mother." Mr. Martin nodded seriously. "I agree." The baby yawned in his sleep and that made everyone smiled. Mr.

The apartment had finally fallen quiet. The city lights beyond the curtains glowed softly against the darkness, casting pale reflections across the living room floor. Grace had gone to sleep hours ago. Matthew had retired to his room after taking his medication. Ava had spent the evening feeding the baby, washing bottles, arranging medication schedules, and answering calls from both her parents and Matthew's parents. By the time midnight arrived, her entire body ached. Her incision still pulled whenever she moved too quickly. Her shoulders were stiff, her eyes burned, and all she wanted was sleep. Just a few uninterrupted hours, that was all. But the baby had other plans. A sharp cry shattered the silence. Ava's eyes flew open immediately. For a second, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Then another cry came, this one was louder and longer. Her heart clenched, and she carefully pushed herself upright. The movement sent discomfort through her abdomen. A quiet hiss escape

Morning arrived gently. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft gold ribbons, stretching across the apartment floor. The smell of breakfast drifted from the kitchen. Fresh bread warming in the oven. Matthew sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee between his hands. The warmth seeped into his palms, but his attention was elsewhere. The previous night lingered strangely in his mind. Because he had woken up feeling as though someone had been sitting beside him. The baby's tiny noises came from the living room. Grace was entertaining him while Ava prepared breakfast. Matthew glanced toward the kitchen. Ava stood by the counter wearing a simple blue sweater; her hair was loosely tied back. A few strands escaped around her face, and she looked tired. She always looked tired these days. As though she had slept well for the first time in weeks. Matthew looked away before she noticed him staring. The radio sitting on the kitchen counter crackled softly. A song began p