All Chapters of Craving my ex-husband’s twin brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ryan’s eyes hadn’t left my stomach for once.At first, I thought it was just a passing glance but no, it lingered, heavy and unsettling, as though he was trying to read something that wasn’t written. I shifted slightly, the weight of his stare pressing against my skin like heat. Why was he looking like that? What the hell was going through his mind?A prickling unease gathered beneath my ribs. Is he trying to do something stupid?He wouldn’t… no, Ryan wouldn’t try anything stupid here. We're in a hospital. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that he came with chaos tucked into his back pocket.And the way Kian spoke was low, sharp, and dangerous. The way he asked Ryan, the steadiness of it, it scared me more than if he’d shouted. There was a storm hiding behind that quiet. My stomach gave a jolt, a silent warning that danger was looming around.And then Ryan burst into sudden laughter—loud, jagged, and so out of place it grated against my nerves. It wasn’t just the sound; it was the way

Aria’s POV“I want a DNA test.”The words slipped out before I could stop them. The moment they left my mouth, I wished I could pull them back, but it was too late. The atmosphere changed.My whole body felt off-balance, like I’d taken a step into nothing. My heart was pounding too fast, and uneven, like it couldn’t decide whether to race or stop altogether. I hated that I had to say it. I hated even more that it felt like the only way to shut them up.Kian and Ryan just stared at me.No one moved. No one even blinked.I felt raw, exposed like I’d just split myself open in front of them. Ryan was the first to react. His lips curled slowly, and that smug glint slid into his eyes like he’d just won something. I hated that look. It made my skin prickle. But what else could I do?Ryan’s claim that he might be the father wasn’t just ridiculous, it was insulting. It didn’t matter how loudly he said it; I knew he wasn’t. There was only ever Kian. Only him. But watching them argue, seeing ho

Kian’s POV I paused mid-step.Did he just—?I replayed Ryan’s words in my head, slower this time, letting the stupidity of the question really settle in. “How do we share our wives and children?”What the actual fuck.I stood there, letting the sentence spin again in my head. For a second, I wondered if I misheard. But no, I hadn’t. Ryan really said that.I didn’t even have it in me to rage. I was already worn thin by the result, by Aria’s shaking hands in mine, by the twist in my own chest I refused to name. All of it was already too damn much. I don't have the time to argue or fight with Ryan regarding anything .But that question?That question needed an answer.I turned my head just slightly. Just enough for him to know I was speaking to him. My eyes didn’t even fully meet his.My voice dropped low, and clipped.“Aria is not something to be shared.”My voice was razor-sharp, each word slicing through the air. “She’s not some piece of property to be passed around.”“You can say

Kian's POVI didn’t know what came over me. One second, I was looking into his eyes, and the next, I was pulling him toward me, desperate to feel him, his warmth, and his presence. Maybe it was fear. Or selfishness. Or the mess of hormones running through me. I didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to walk away again.When he left earlier, it felt like a part of me ripped open. Like I was watching something good slip out of reach, and I couldn't stop it. I cried a lot. I cried harder than I had in a long time. Not just from the guilt or confusion, but because I was terrified he wouldn’t come back. That he was done with me and that I was alone in this again.And maybe I deserved it.Maybe I really was a disappointment.I’d done this to myself. Back then, with Ryan, I was so naïve and so desperate. I never made him use protection, convinced he was infertile and nothing could happen. But the truth was... I wanted a child with him. Back then, I still loved him. I prayed so hard for a miracl

Kian's POV The drive was quiet. Aria sat just a few inches away, but it felt like she was in a different world entirely. Her head was turned toward the window, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. Not a single word had passed between us since we left the hospital. I gripped the steering wheel, not out of anger, I was just feeling uneasy. I didn't know what was wrong with me, or when everything started to feel this weird. I used to enjoy the silence with her, used to find some kind of calm in it. But now... I felt like a stranger in my own car, like I didn’t belong. Out of the corner of my eye, I sneaked a glance at her. She hadn’t looked at me once since we left the hospital. Her gaze stayed glued to the passing streets, face unreadable, fingers occasionally curling around the edge of her dress. I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she thinking about that moment in the hospital? Was she regretting it? Or worse—was she just... indifferent? For a second, I consider