My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: The last request Chapter 312: The last request “Yes,” Alex confirmed without hesitation.

“They grew up together in the same orphanage.

Nicholas treated him like a brother, always helping him, always standing by him.

But in return, he got nothing but betrayal.” He exhaled sharply as if trying to contain his anger.

“Ethan was jealous-of Nicholas’s intelligence, his talent, and the way others admired him.

And he knew-he knew about Nicholas’s heart condition, knew that he couldn’t swim.

Yet he still pushed him into the water and left him there, struggling for his life.” Ava’s blood ran cold.

“He never told me€¦” she murmured in a daze, still reeling from the shock.

“He never even mentioned that he and Nicholas grew up in the same orphanage.” “Of course, he didn’t.

They stopped talking after that incident.

Nicholas barely survived.” His voice grew heavier as he added, “If Mr.

Simpson hadn’t begged Elijah Baker to save him, he would have died back then.” Ava pressed a hand to her chest.

Her heart ached as she thought of Nicholas.

That man had suffered so much-more than she had ever imagined.

And yet, through all the betrayal, pain, and hardship, he still found a way to smile and cherish life.

“How is he?

Is his surgery scheduled?” Alex straightened his back.

“It’s in two days.

He wants to see you before the surgery.” Ava didn’t hesitate.

“Of course, I’ll see him.” “If you are free now, let me take you to him.” Ava rose to her feet, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Alright.

Let’s go.” She left the office with Alex.

City Hospital €“ Nicholas’s Room Ava stepped inside.

Her heart clenched at the sight before her-Nicholas, seated on the hospital bed, his usual easygoing smile in place despite the needle in his arm.

“Am I scaring you?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Don’t worry.

I’ll be fine.” Ava felt as if her chest had torn apart.

How could he still joke at a time like this?

Alex’s words echoed in her mind-this surgery was risky.

There was no certainty he’d make it out alive.

And yet, he was still smiling, still acting as though nothing was wrong.

Ava swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to smile.

She lowered herself onto the chair by his bed.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Nicholas continued, hope shining in his eyes.

“Finally, I’m having this surgery.” Ava studied his face closely.

He looked the same-strong, confident, as if nothing could shake him.

But his pale complexion and the faint exhaustion beneath his eyes betrayed his weakening state.

He was trying too hard to look okay.

“Don’t stare at me like that,” he murmured with a teasing smirk.

“I might end up asking you to marry me.” Ava tore her gaze away, shaking her head with a small chuckle.

“You still know how to make me laugh.” “But I wasn’t joking,” he said seriously.

Ava’s smile froze in the corners of her lips, her features tensing.

Nicholas watched her intently, hesitation flickering in his deep eyes.

Then, with a cautious tone, he asked, “Ava€¦ would you have agreed to be my girlfriend if I had approached you back then?” Ava lowered her gaze, unable to find the right words.

The truth was simple-she had never seen Nicholas as more than a friend.

Ever since she had grown up, she had only desired Dylan.

She had never thought of being with another man.

She liked Nicholas, trusted him, relied on him, but love?

That had always been reserved for Dylan.

“I am pregnant,” she murmured.

Nicholas stilled.

It was as if her words had struck him like a blow, shattering the last remnants of his silent hopes.

Pregnant?

She was carrying Dylan’s child.

A flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively clenched his fists.

Reality had come crashing down, forcing him to confront the truth he had tried to deny-Ava was never meant to be his.

No matter how much he loved her, no matter how many what-ifs haunted his mind, she had already chosen her path.

It was his time to wake up and stop anticipating that some miracle would happen and she would come to him.

“Congratulations.” His lips curled into a forced grin, though his chest ached with a dull, persistent pain.

“I’m really happy for you.

You are lucky, Ava, for finding your way back to the person you love.

Not everyone is fortunate enough to be with the one they love.” “I am sorry, Nicholas,” she whispered, hanging her head down.

“I can’t reciprocate your love€¦ but I have a request.” She lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes hesitantly.

“Will you be my child’s godfather?” The request caught him off guard, but in the next moment, something warm and unexpected filled his chest.

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his eyes glistening-not with sadness, but with joy.

“I will,” he exclaimed excitedly.

“I’d be honored.

In that case,” he reached into the pocket of his hospital gown and pulled out the small, velvety box of the ring, “keep it safe with you.” He extended it toward her.

Ava hesitated before taking the box.

She opened the box, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the ring inside.

She recognized it at first glance.

It was the same ring he had used to propose to her.

“Isn’t it your mother’s ring?” she recounted.

“Why are you giving this to me?” “My mom gave it to me, asking me to give it to the woman I love,” he recalled, a wistful smile playing on his lips.

“But you rejected me.” Ava’s heart clenched.

“Nicholas€¦” “Don’t worry,” he cut in before she could say more.

“I’m not asking you to marry me.

This ring is not for you.” Ava blinked, confused.

“I thought this ring would never have an owner,” he continued.

“That it was destined to stay locked away forever.

But now€¦ it’s finally found someone worthy.” He smiled gleefully.

“This is my gift to your baby.” Ava’s lips parted in shock, but he didn’t give her a chance to protest.

“I don’t know if I’ll survive this surgery.

If I don’t€¦ give this ring to your child.

Let them know about their godfather.” “Stop talking nonsense,” she snapped, shoving the box back into his hand.

“You will be fine.

And you will do this yourself.

I can’t do it.” Her throat tightened.

“Please, Ava,” he pleaded.

“This might be my last request.

Can you not argue with me?”