My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: What changed?

Chapter 215: What changed?

After a long meeting, Dylan finally had some time to relax.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes shut tightly against the ache in his head.

The relentless exhaustion from a sleepless night bore down on him.

His body screamed for rest, but the thought of going home felt unbearable.

What was the point?

Ava didn’t want him there.

Whenever he was alone, his past mistakes weighed down on him, echoing in his mind like an unending lament.

Only if he had valued her back then, he would have been living happily.

He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

“Might as well finish the work here.” Forcing himself upright, he flipped open his laptop.

Before he could focus, his phone buzzed on the desk, catching his attention.

His heart leaped at the sight of Ava’s name on the screen.

A flicker of hope and excitement danced in his tired eyes.

He grabbed the phone and answered, pausing just long enough to steady himself.

“Hello,” he greeted, keeping his voice calm and measured, though his heart raced with anticipation.

“Hello,” Ava’s voice came hesitantly from the other end.

“Um€¦ Papa was asking about you.

He wanted to thank you.

Can you-can you come to the hospital?” Dylan’s excitement waned.

He thought she would ask him if he was coming back.

But she called him because her father wanted to see him.

He chuckled bitterly.

“If he didn’t want to see me, you wouldn’t have called, would you?” Ava fell silent.

She had indeed called him because her father had asked.

But deep down, there was more to it than that.

She wanted to see him, to thank him for everything, but the words had lodged stubbornly in her throat, refusing to emerge.

Now, with his pointed remark, she felt a pang of regret knotting her stomach.

Dylan snorted when he didn’t get her response, his heart aching.

“Don’t worry.

I’ll go see him once I finish work here.” The call ended abruptly, leaving Ava gaping at the screen.

“Is he coming?” Thomas asked, breaking Ava’s trance.

She forced a smile as she turned to him.

“Yes, he is coming.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that day€¦ Dylan arrived at the hospital.

As he stepped into the ward, his eyes landed on Ava feeding her father.

The soft domesticity of the moment tugged at something deep inside him.

He paused at the doorstep, hesitating whether to stay or leave. For a fleeting second, he felt like an outsider.

Both Ava and Thomas looked at him.

“I-I’ll wait outside,” Dylan mumbled, already stepping back toward the door.

“Wait,” Ava said quickly, halting him in his tracks.

“No need to go out.” Dylan slowly turned back, mixed emotions filling his heart.

He had assumed Ava wouldn’t want to see him after what had happened last night.

But she asked him to stay.

Her words kindled a flicker of light in his chest.

It seemed that things between them hadn’t ended completely.

He still had a chance.

“I’m done eating,” Thomas chimed in, handing Ava the napkin and motioning for her to set aside the soup bowl.

Ava obliged, her eyes occasionally darting toward Dylan.

“Come, sit here,” Thomas said, gesturing to the chair by his bedside.

Dylan walked over and sat down.  Thomas’s kind eyes studied Dylan’s face.

“Why don’t you go get some coffee for Dylan?” he suggested to Ava.

“He looks weary.

A cup of coffee will do him good.” Ava caught Dylan’s gaze for a brief moment, and the weariness etched on his face struck her deeply.

The pang of regret in her chest grew sharper.

“Yes,” she murmured, lowering her chin as she broke the eye contact.

“I’ll bring coffee.” She hurried out of the room.

Once she left, the room fell into a thick silence, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Dylan sat quietly, his head bowed, the weight of the past pressing down on him.

He had never been in a scenario before €“ this wasn’t a formal business meeting or a cold exchange of words.

Thomas finally broke the silence.

“I heard you arranged for the best doctor for my surgery.

Thank you.” Dylan glanced up briefly, his expression neutral.

“It’s my job,” he replied curtly.

“Ava is my responsibility.

Her happiness is tied to you.

It’s only natural to ensure you get the best care.” Thomas smirked slightly, his gaze sharp and discerning.

“So, you’re doing this for Ava?” Dylan looked at him coldly.

Why was he skeptical about it?

“Yes,” he answered firmly, though the flicker of annoyance in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“But you are divorced?” Thomas countered.

“You never cared for her before.

You never thought about how she felt, let alone went out of your way to make her happy.

What changed?” Dylan shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting away.

“I realized I was wrong,” he said honestly.

“I ignored her because I was angry with you.

I wanted to hurt her to get back at you.” Thomas raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“And now?

You no longer want revenge on me?

You used to hold me responsible for your parents’ deaths.

Has that changed?” Dylan’s lips parted, the apology lingering on the tip of his tongue, but the words refused to come out.

His throat tightened with the weight of years spent harboring misplaced anger and regret.

“I appreciate that you saved me,” Thomas started.

“For that, I’ll always be grateful.

But Ava has made her decision.

She has chosen to move on.

You need to respect her choice and let her go.” Dylan’s fists clenched against his thighs.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he said, “That’s not possible.

She was mine, and she’ll always be mine.

The divorce doesn’t change that.

I’ll win her back.” “You are a bit late,” Thomas countered.

“When she was your wife, you neglected her and pushed her away because of your misunderstandings.

You destroyed your own marriage.

Now, she is free to make her own choices.

She deserves the chance to be happy, even if it’s with someone else.

Don’t force her.” “I’m not forcing her,” Dylan snapped with defiance.

“I’m trying to win her back.

Yes, I lost her once, but I haven’t given up.

There is still hope, and I’ll do whatever it takes to reconcile with her.” He rose from the chair, his demeanor resolute.

“And yes, I changed my opinion about you,” he added, his tone softening.

“Back then, I was consumed by grief and anger.

Losing my parents left me broken, and I unfairly blamed you.

I realize now how wrong I was.” He paused a moment, taking a deep breath.

“The bitterness I held is gone, and I deeply regret my actions.

You may not believe me, but I’m doing everything in my power to make it up to Ava.

She is still upset, but I know her heart.

One day, she’ll come back to me.” Dylan turned on his heel and walked away, but he paused at the doorway.

Without looking back, he said, “Rest now, Thomas, and get well soon.” Then he exited the room.