Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 577

Apart from the twins, they’re the other reason I didn’t end things even when I felt like I couldn’t live a second longer. They would have been devastated, and I’ve never wanted to be the reason they’re hurting.

“How have you been, big brother?” Iris asks, concern hidden in the depths of her blue eyes.

“Busy,” I answer. “Both the twins and company are keeping me busy.”

“I know it’s not easy raising kids alone, but we are here,” she says softly. “Never forget that you have a support system. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Fuck! I have the best sisters in the world and goddamn it, am I proud of them and the women they’re becoming.

My throat closes and before I can say anything, Mom’s voice carries from the kitchen. “Noah! Stop hogging your sisters and come here.”

We look at each other and grin before following the sound.

The moment I step into the kitchen, I walk straight into her arms.

“What’s wrong?” she murmurs before even letting me go.

“Nothing,” I reply, too quickly. “Just haven’t been sleeping well.”

She gives me that knowing look only mothers have. Her eyes narrow.

“A mother always knows when something is up, even when you don’t want to admit it… and you’ve lost weight in the last week.”

I deflect, completely avoiding her eyes, afraid if she digs in too much, she’ll find the secrets I’m trying my damn hardest to keep hidden.

“Where’s Dad?”

“In his study,” she says, her gaze still searching mine. “He’ll be here soon.”

The twins are already giggling with their aunts, filling the house with that contagious kind of joy that makes the walls feel warmer.

For some time, I thought about moving back with my family. Without Chloe, it no longer felt like a home. All the warmth vanished with her, and all that was left were echoes of the past and a coldness that was etched into the walls.

“Help me set the table,” Mom instructs.

I’m halfway through laying out the silverware when Dad walks in. His face lights up at the sight of the twins, and they run straight into his arms.

He lifts them effortlessly, kissing each of them on the cheek.

“Missed you, Grandpa!” they chorus.

“Missed you two troublemakers,” he says.

“What about me?” I tease dad. “Don’t I matter?”

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