Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 328

Chapter 0328 

I wake up with Rowan spooning. Yesterday, for some reason, I couldn’t leave after he’d asked me to stay. I’d wanted to. I’d fought against it, but in the end, I’d lost. By the time I’d made. the decision to share the bedroom with him, he’d already fallen back to sleep. 

His arms were tightly wrapped around my waist, almost as if he were afraid that I’d leave him. even in his sleep. In this position, I felt loved and cared for. I felt safe, and all my past hurts. just melted away. I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, which just sends goose bumps all over my skin. 

Being careful not to wake him, I slowly get out of bed. I needed to make sure that Noah was up so he wouldn’t be late for school. 

I tip toe across the room and then silently leave our bedroom. After checking up on Iris, I head towards Noah’s room. 

“Noah,” I call, but there wasn’t a need for that because he was already up. 

He looks at me but doesn’t greet me. He just goes back to buttoning his school shirt. 

“Are you still mad at me?” I ask as I cross his room and sit on his bed. 

He stares at me, or, let me say, more like glares at me, but he doesn’t speak. I sigh, so sure that he was going to ignore me in the same way I’ve been ignoring his dad. I was about to stand up and leave when his hurt voice stopped me. 

“I just don’t get it,” he all but whispers. “You know how much I dislike Sierra, yet you insisted I invite her or I wouldn’t have my party. Why? Why are you taking her side?” 

The pain in his voice breaks my heart. I would never do anything to hurt my son, but I also knew that I couldn’t just let him not invite the girl. 

“Come here, baby.” At first, I thought he’d ignore me, but he doesn’t. He comes and sits down next to me, albeit hesitantly. 

“I’m not taking her side, Noah,” I answer his question. 

“Then why did you insist I invite her?” 

This isn’t something I ever thought I’d ever share with my son, but I didn’t have a choice. If I wanted him to understand, then I had to tell him the bitter truth of my younger days. 

Taking a deep breath, I begin. “When I was young, around your age, I didn’t have a lot of friends. Most of the kids my age thought I was weird and not cool. I wasn’t bullied, but I wasn’t accepted either. Because most of them thought that I was weird and annoying, they rarely invited me to function. I was never invited to birthday parties or sleepover, those kind of things. It hurt every time others in our class got invites, but I didn’t. I used to cry every 

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