Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 556

The questions won’t stop. They keep buzzing in my head one after the other as I prepare to leave the hospital.

Should I keep the baby? Should I get rid of it?

No one would know, yes, but I would. And the guilt? The guilt of ending a life that’s half me would eat me alive. This isn’t just about Noah. This baby is mine too.

I puff the pillow a little too hard as frustration builds up inside me. It fills me, tying me in knots that are hard to escape.

I’m one of those people who has to leave everything neat and tidy once I’m done with a space. It doesn’t matter that someone else is paid to clean it. I can’t help myself. I have to smooth the sheets, fold the blanket, fix the pillows. I just can’t leave things untidy.

“What did the pillow do to you?” Benji’s voice startles me, making my heart leap to my throat.

I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even hear him come in.

“Nothing,” I whisper, voice breaking as I collapse back onto the bed.

Fuck! What am I going to do? What should I do?

“You don’t seem okay,” Benji notes as he sits beside me.

No shit, sherlock.

“That’s because I am not,” I answer flatly, too tired to pretend.

“Are you upset about your results?”

I blink at him.

I like Benji. I really do. But what is it with men and asking the most obvious questions at the worst possible times? Of course I’m upset. Of course that’s what this is about.

The sharp reply sits on the edge of my tongue, but I bite it back. It’s not his fault. None of this is.

“You don’t have to call it that,” I say softly. “You can just say it. Pregnancy.”

He shifts awkwardly. “Right… are you upset about your pregnancy?”

“I am.”

He nods slowly, not quite knowing what to do with that. I don’t blame him. What do you say to someone whose entire world just tilted off its axis?

We sit in silence, each of us wrapped in our own tangled thoughts. It’s not uncomfortable—just heavy.

“Benji?” I murmur.

“Yeah?”

“Could you keep this to yourself? At least for now?” I ask, my voice small and tired.

Not that Benji is a blabbermouth, but the last thing I need is for people at work to know before I can decide what to do with the baby. I need time. Time to figure this out before the world starts asking questions I don’t have answers to.

“No problem,” he says, squeezing my hand. “I got you. You ready to go home?”

“Yes, but… my car’s at work.”

He stands up. “No worries. I’ll drop you off at your place, and you can catch an Uber in the morning. If you’re coming to work, that is.”

Honestly, work is the furthest thing from my mind. Maybe I’ll call in sick tomorrow. Maybe I’ll disappear for a while. I just need time to think this through before making a decision.

“Okay. I’ll meet you at the front after I settle the bill.”

He nods and heads out, leaving me alone with the silence again.

Benji had the sense to grab my backpack before rushing me here, so I sling it over my shoulder, take one last look at the room, and walk out.

I make my way to the nurse’s station in a haze. Sign papers. Pay. Take my receipt. The whole thing feels like it’s happening to someone else. I’m just floating through it.

Have you ever felt that way? Like nothing around you feels real? Like you are in a sort of dream. You’re awake, but not really awake. That’s how I’m currently feeling. Like nothing is real and everything is just empty.

Since the night with Noah, Lilly has made it her mission to set me up with the most eligible bachelors she can find. Her strategy? Distract and replace.

As sweet as it is, I’m not interested in dating anyone. Not now, maybe not ever.

“Something came up,” I say.

“That’s your excuse every time,” she sighs.

“This time I’m not lying.”

She gasps. “So, you were lying before?!”

“That’s not the point—”

“It is the point,” she insists. “I’ve been setting you up with the crème de la crème of the business world and you’ve turned them all down!”

To Lilly, the perfect man is kind, respectful, wildly successful and completely loaded. She thinks I deserve the world—and in her mind, that starts with a man who can give it to me.

“Can you come over after work?” I ask, voice cracking under the weight of what I’m about to tell her.

She pauses. “Are you okay?”

“I just need you, Lilly.”

No more questions. No more jokes.

“On my way,” she says, then hangs up without another word.

I lower the phone slowly, staring at the screen. And despite everything, despite the storm raging inside me. I smile.

Because that’s the thing about my best friend. She shows up. No questions asked. And I’d do the same for her.