Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 548

It’s even worse for him because no one saw it coming. No one predicted it. One minute she was okay and the next she was gone. He never had time to prepare. To process her illness or her death. I doubt he ever accepted death.

“You haven’t told me why you are here,” he says as he pushes away from me, seeming to back to his normal self.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I also didn’t care. He now seemed more composed. I could still see the pain in his gray eyes, but he was better. Almost like releasing some of the pain he had been holding had helped a little.

My legs were numb from kneeling, so I shoved aside the scattered bottles and sat next to him.

"Your mom was worried about you," I say quietly.

He lets out a short, mocking laugh. "So, she sent you?"

"Yup."

"Of all people." He sounds genuinely surprised. It’s like he just couldn’t believe that his mom would send me.

"I know, right?" I laugh. "I asked the same thing."

We fall silent. I’m not surprised, though; Noah and I rarely interacted so it not a surprise that we didn’t have anything to talk about.

Then, unexpectedly, he pulled a stash from his pocket. Lit it and then took a slow drag.

"That’s not good for you," I mutter, eyeing him worriedly. "I thought you quit."

Things were hard for him after Chloe’s death. He spiraled. He fell into depression, became an alcoholic and even started doing drugs. His parents had to take him for rehabilitation after he wrecked his car one day driving home while high.

"I did," he says. "But today... I need something to ground me. Something to take the edge off. Something to help me cope with the pain. Alcohol wasn’t doing shit.”

To my surprise, he offers me one. I’ve never smoked before. But against my better judgment, I take it, bring it to my lips and inhale.

I cough violently as my body tries to fight the foreign substance. Tears stinging my eyes as the smoke invades my lungs. It burns like hell.

Noah barely glances at me before turning back to the city view below.

"The twins turned five a few weeks ago," he begins. "She had everything planned for their big five. Down to the last detail. Today just hit hard. She won’t be there to watch them grow up. To see all their milestones. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We were supposed to grow old together, Sierra. But I lost her. And she’s not coming back."

I want to say something, but what can I say? Nothing I do or say will make things easier or better for him. Instead, I take another drag, this time it’s much easier.

"Home," I reply. "I’ll text Aunt Ava to let her know that I found you."

I don’t look back, just turn to leave, a strange, happy excitement bubbling inside me. I just wanted to get home and cuddle with Blackie.

With that in mind, I take a step forward but then—I am stopped.

Frowning, I turn and find Noah holding my hand.

"Don’t go," he begs, voice rough and vulnerable.

"Noah—"

"Please don’t go, don’t leave me," he pleads. "Just for one night... help me forget. I want to feel alive again. I want to forget the constant ache."

My frown fades when I meet his storm-grey eyes. He looks so lost. So desperate.

I want to help him. But who is going to help me when he decides I no longer have any use?