All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-husband's Regret: Chapter 141 - Chapter 148

Morning light through the curtains. The soft shuffle of footsteps across wooden floors, the faint sound of a kettle clicking off. And the baby’s cry whenever hunger or discomfort arrived was like a sudden storm that no one could predict. Matthew stood near the couch, slightly uncertain, arms extended in the careful way of someone afraid to break what he did not yet understand. Grace hovered nearby, watching with cautious curiosity. Ava sat on the edge of the armchair, exhausted in a way that had settled into her bones and refused to leave. The baby cried again, small fists tightening in the air. Ava reached out immediately. “It is probably hunger,” she murmured, lifting him gently. But the moment the baby settled against her chest, the crying did not ease; it only grew louder. Confusion crept into her face. “That is strange,” Grace said softly. “He just ate a little while ago.” Matthew stepped forward slowly. “I can try.” Ava hesitated, then she nodded. “Just hold him ca

The apartment was unusually quiet that afternoon. Grace had taken the baby downstairs for a walk after insisting that Ava needed at least thirty minutes without worrying about feeding schedules, crying spells, or diapers. The silence should have felt peaceful. Instead, it felt unfamiliar. Ava sat at the dining table sorting through company documents she had brought home from the office. Numbers, projections, contracts. Things that obeyed logic. Things that could be repaired if enough effort were applied. The soft sound of a door opening interrupted her thoughts. She looked up, and Matthew stepped out of his room. His movements were steadier than they had been weeks ago, though traces of the accident still lingered in the way he carried himself. The bandage above his temple had started loosening at the edges. Ava noticed immediately. "You are supposed to change that dressing today." Matthew lifted a hand toward his forehead. "The doctor said it could wait until tomorr

The conversation had ended a long time ago, at least, the words had, but the emotions remained.They lingered in the kitchen long after the plates had gone cold and the clock had crawled past midnight.Ava sat across from Sophie, her fingers wrapped loosely around a mug of tea she had not touched in nearly twenty minutes.The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that follows a storm.Sophie stared at the table; her eyes were swollen from crying.Ava's weren't much better.Neither woman had expected the night to unfold this way.Years of resentment, years of assumptions, and years of silence, spread across a kitchen table and picked apart, piece by painful piece.Finally, Sophie shifted in her chair, and a faint wince crossed her face.Ava noticed immediately. "What is wrong?"Sophie shook her head. "Nothing." The answer came too quickly.Ava narrowed her eyes. "Sophie.""I am fine." Then she winced again; this one was harder to hide.Ava straightened. "You do not look fine."Sophie

The waiting had become its own kind of torture.Hours had passed and Ava no longer knew how many.The clock hanging above the reception desk had moved through several numbers, but none of them seemed real anymore. Time had stretched and twisted into something unbearable.She sat, then stood.m, then sat again.Her legs ached and her head throbbed. Her throat felt raw from holding back fear.Every time the emergency ward doors opened, her heart lurched violently against her ribs.Every time it was someone else, just strangers moving through their own tragedies.Ava pressed her palms together and lowered her head."Please," she whispered. The word barely left her lips.She did not even know who she was speaking to anymore.A nurse walked past and Ava immediately stood."Excuse me."The nurse stopped. "Yes?""Please, can you check on them for me?"The nurse offered a sympathetic smile."I understand you are worried, but the doctors are still with them.""Can you tell me anything at all?"