My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 200

Chapter 200: The dilemma Chapter 200: The dilemma Ava’s smile faded, her gaze lowering to her fingertips as a cloud of sorrow passed over her face.

“Things between Dylan and me have reached a point where I can’t imagine returning to him.” She forced a faint smile.

“Yes, I can see the changes in him.

He is trying, and that’s good.

But there are some wounds that time can only heal, not erase.

The pain in the heart may dull but forgetting everything as if it never happened €“ that’s impossible.

A shattered glass can’t be pieced back together.

Neither can a broken heart.” Lilianna didn’t say anything.

She observed her, feeling her pain.

“I understand,” she finally said.

“It’s not easy to forgive, let alone forget.

But if your decision to keep your distance from Dylan is because of Erica’s return, then I think you might misunderstand him.

He has his plan to expose her.

That’s why he allowed her to return.” “Exposing Erica!” Ava repeated, confusion mingling with disbelief.

She had never thought of this possibility.

Lilianna nodded, her gaze steady.

“Dylan found her connection with the stealing the company’s fund.

Right now, he doesn’t have the evidence of her direct connection with it yet to take legal action.

That’s why he brought her back.

He is working with Rylee Shaw to gather proof and expose her.” Ava blinked, stunned by the revelation.

She had known about Dylan’s meetings with Rylee but had no idea Erica was part of the larger scheme.

Memories of Dylan trying to explain his reasons for lifting the ban on Erica flickered through her mind.

Each time, something had interrupted him before he could fully clarify.

Now, the truth was out, and it hit her like a wave.

Her chest tightened with a mixture of distress and regret.

Dylan had been working tirelessly to mend the fractures in their relationship, yet she had continued to view him through the lens of her painful past.

And most importantly, he had gone out of his way to ensure her father’s surgery was a success.

This Dylan wasn’t the cold, detached man she remembered from her previous life.

He had been by her side, fighting to save her father in her darkest hour.

‘Maybe he has genuinely changed,’ she thought.

‘Maybe history doesn’t have to repeat itself.’ But even as that thought surfaced, her hesitation lingered.

Trust wasn’t something she could give freely-not after everything that had happened.

‘I can’t rush into this,’ she resolved silently.

She would wait for the results of her father’s blood tests.

Only then could she determine if she could trust him.

“Ava, please don’t think I’m trying to pressure you.” Lilianna reached across the table, her hands clasping Ava’s gently.

Ava blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, and met Lilianna’s earnest gaze.

“I’m just sharing what I know,” Lilianna continued.

“I know Dylan made mistakes, but I truly believe he’s making an effort to change.

And yes, I’d be happy to see you two reconcile, but the choice is entirely yours.

Whatever decision you make-whether to move forward with him or walk away-you’ll always have my support.” The sincerity in Lilianna’s words stirred something in Ava’s heart, but before she could respond, Lilianna’s phone buzzed.

Glancing at the screen, her face lit up.

“It’s Henry,” she said with a smile and answered the call.

“Hello.” “I’m coming home.

Get ready.

We’ll go out.” Lilianna perked up.

“Wait a second.

I’m having lunch with Ava.

Why don’t you join us?” There was a brief pause before Henry’s voice returned, tinged with curiosity.

“You’re with Ava?” His eyes flickered to Dylan, who stiffened in his seat at the mention of Ava.

“Yes,” Lilianna replied cheerfully.

“I went to the hospital to see her, and we decided to have lunch together.

We haven’t even started eating yet.

Come join us.” Henry chuckled lightly.

“Alright, send me the address.” “You already know the place,” Lilianna teased with a smirk.

“It’s where we first met.

Surely you haven’t forgotten it?” Henry’s grin widened as memories flooded back.

“How could I forget?

That place holds too many memories.

I and Dylan will be there soon.

Wait for us.” Henry ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

He raised his eyes to Dylan, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Lilianna and Ava are having lunch together.

They’ve invited us to join them.

I don’t know about you, but I am hungry.” He rose from the chair.

“Let’s go and eat.” Dylan pushed himself to his feet, anticipating having some time with Ava.

A flicker of excitement passed through his eyes.

“Alright.

Let’s go.” Without further delay, the two men strode out of the hospital together.

At the restaurant€¦ Lilianna’s cheerful smile lingered as she put the phone aside and looked at Ava.

“They are on their way,” she announced brightly.

However, Ava felt a wave of unease wash over her.

The idea of facing Dylan filled her with conflicting emotions.

Gratitude tugged at her heart for everything he had done, yet the wounds of the past still lingered, their bitterness clouding her trust.

The thought of sitting across from him at the same table made her chest tighten with anxiety.

“I need to use the restroom,” Ava said abruptly, pushing her chair back and leaving in a hurried stride.

Lilianna watched her retreating form with worry.

“Is she okay?” Inside the restroom€¦ Ava leaned over the sink, gripping its edge as she stared at her reflection.

Her breathing was uneven, and her cheeks felt hot with the uneasiness swirling within her.

She turned on the faucet and splashed her face with water.

Yet, the cold water did little to calm the storm of thoughts raging in her mind.

Memories of Dylan’s recent actions replayed themselves.

She recalled how he had defended her against the board of directors, dismantling their accusations with steadfast determination.

She remembered how he had silenced the false rumors spread by employees, standing up for her.

All of these things were unexpected and appreciative at the same time.

But she had never truly thanked him for his efforts.

And now, knowing the truth about Erica and understanding the extent of Dylan’s efforts to save her father, she felt the edges of her bitterness begin to blur.

Maybe Dylan no longer had any ill feelings for her father.

Maybe he had dropped his idea of taking revenge on him.

If not, he wouldn’t have done so much to save him.

She lifted her head and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Could she allow herself to believe that Dylan was no longer the man she had resented for so long?

The woman staring back at her looked conflicted.

But there was a faint glimmer of hope in those big eyes €“ a hope that history wouldn’t repeat this time.

‘Maybe this time, the story will be different,’ her heart whispered what her mind hesitated to acknowledge.

The past no longer felt like an unchangeable script.

She had made choices that diverged from the path she once walked.

She had divorced Dylan, breaking the chains of a toxic relationship.

Her father had suffered a heart attack, but he was saved.

These were victories, proof that the wheel of fate had turned.

‘Maybe I won’t suffer like my past life,’ she thought.

‘Maybe peace will resume in my life.’