Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 544

“I think I heard you wrong,” I mumbled, unintelligently.

My voice comes out faint and brittle, like my voice has forgotten how to form words. There must be some mistake—I must have misheard.

She sighs tiredly. “You didn’t.”

The silence that stretches between us is deafening. My heart is racing, my hands trembling. All the warmth that surrounded me moments ago has vanished, replaced by a cold that creeps into my bones.

“Noah?” I repeat numbly. “You want me to find Noah?”

She sighs, exhausted. “Yes.”

I swallow the lump forming in my throat.

“Aunt Ava, I’m the last person on this planet you should be asking,” I murmur, still confused about why she would be asking me to look for Noah.

I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. What she just asked me is beyond what I can do. I know I said I would do anything for her, except this. Noah is one person I didn’t want to get involved with.

“Please, Sierra. You uncle and I can’t find him,” she pleads, her voice on the verge of breaking down. It’s been years, but to her, Noah is still her little boy. The boy that went toe-to-toe with her family for wronging her.

“Aunt…” I pause, not really finding the words to continue. “And what do you mean, you can’t find him?”

I shouldn’t have asked, but curiosity just got the better of me.

“You know what day today is, right?” she asked.

I’m confused, thinking today is Tuesday. Nothing special about it. That is until I remember the exact date.

I blink, then glance at the calendar. March 15.

Oh.

My chest tightens.

I had completely forgotten… Or maybe I just didn’t want to remember.

“Yes,” I reply softly.

I want to tell her no. I need to. I promised myself that I would never let myself be tangled up in Noah Woods’ world again. Not after he shattered mine.

I tried to come up with excuses I could give her, but my mind was blank. Noah and I are a volatile mix, and I doubt he would want to see me, especially today.

“I know it’s a pretty big ask, but I am really worried about him.” the worry, sadness and heartbreak in her voice are my undoing. It breaks all of my defenses.

“I don’t know what I’ll say if I do find him. It's been years,” I murmur. “I don’t even know if he’ll talk to me.”

“Just try. Please.”

I close my eyes. My chest aches with a thousand things left unsaid. But I can’t say no to her. I never could.

“Okay,” I whisper, defeated. “I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, Sierra. Thank you so much.”

It’s hard not to miss the relief in her voice and that makes it worth it even though I have this nagging feeling that this isn’t going to end well for me.