All Chapters of Craving my ex-husband’s twin brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aria's POVTwo weeks had passed without any real issues, and I was now two months into my pregnancy. Physically, everything seemed fine. But emotionally? Things weren’t the same.Kian and I barely spoke. The air between us always felt stiff, like we were both walking on eggshells. He only asked how I was doing, maybe a few questions about my health, and that was it. He’d quietly put money in my card and leave for work. That was our routine now. No conversations, no eye contact that lingered too long. Just silence. It was like… we were strangers playing house. Sometimes I wondered if that brief spark between us even happened. The kiss. The softness in his eyes. The way he cares for me. Maybe I read too much into things. Maybe he just felt sorry for me, or if I had just imagined it because I was lonely.I couldn’t sit at home and let the silence drown me again, so I stepped out for a stroll—something I’d been doing often lately. I kept hoping I’d find a job, something small to keep me b

Aria's POVI didn’t even know where I was going.My legs just kept moving, fast and desperate, carrying me away from the Xavier mansion. I didn’t want Kian to come after me. I didn’t want to see his face, didn’t want to explain anything, or hear his voice. My heart was pounding so loud it drowned out the sounds around me. My hands were shaking as I clutched my bag, my fingers digging into the strap like it could hold me together.I had shouted at him, and it was right to his face.God. What had I done?But what could I do? The image from the TV of him and that woman, Diane wouldn’t stop playing in my head. The way she held his arm like she belonged there. The way he let her. They looked so at ease, so natural together, like they’d done that a thousand times. He didn’t even seem uncomfortable when she touched him. He didn’t move away. He just smiled at her.And I felt sick watching it.The worst part was remembering how he had touched my face that same morning. How gentle he was, how c

Diane's POVThe ballroom was glowing with soft gold lights. Laughter, clinking glasses, and idle chatter filled the room. It was one of those formal business parties thrown by foreign partners. Kian and I were invited, so we atttended it together. I stood near the champagne table, watching Kian from across the room.He looked like himself, he was putting on a tailored suit, and he had that same composed posture but something about him felt off. He wasn’t speaking much. He’d nod when spoken to, force a polite smile, then drift off again. He's here, but his mind is totally absent from the party.He’s physically here but emotionally not. I know Kian too well. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. Before the world got too loud and his smile got too rare.Our families were always close. His parents adored mine. I practically grew up inside the Xavier estate. We’d play in the gardens, hide during boring dinner parties, share secrets in whispers back when life was simpler. He was the

Kian's POVIt was morning again.I sat up, staring at the empty space beside me. The silence in the room was too familiar now. I already knew Aria would have gone out by now. I reached for my phone to check the time.7:12 a.m.She definitely would have left.But where the hell does she keep going?I got out of bed and walked to her room, more out of instinct than hope. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open fully, and of course, it was empty. She was gone again.Every morning now she goes out, and comes back late every night with flowers.Where does she go? Who gives her flowers everyday? Is she seeing someone? And why is she not even telling me anything?I had gone to her room late last night, stood outside for a full minute. I almost knocked. But then she noticed I was outside and called out my name. I wanted to go in and meet her. I should’ve. But I told myself she might be too tired to talk to me, so I walked away.My plan was to talk to her this morning when she wakes up,

Aria's POV Valerie and I were arranging a fresh batch of tulips when her phone buzzed loudly on the counter. She glanced at the screen, and her expression shifted.“I need to take this,” she said quickly. “It’s important.”I nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll handle things here.”She gave me a grateful smile and stepped outside, leaving the soft hum of the shop and the floral scent swirling around me. I turned back to the arrangement, trimming stems and placing them in the vase just right, enjoying the rhythm of it. It was calming—my kind of peace.Then I felt a strange tingle of presence. Someone was behind me. Then the person called out my name.“Aria.”I stiffened, my heart skipped a beat. That voice sounds so familiar. It’s Kian's voice.Then slowly. I turned around only for me to see him standing closely behind me.“Kian?” I whispered.My heart began racing faster as my fingers curled around the scissors in my hand.“K-Kian… y-you—what are you doing here?” I stammered, my voice barely ste