Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Divorce decree

I get out of my car and slowly walk towards the mansion. My hands were trembling and my body was sweaty.

I still couldn’t believe that it was done. That I was finally divorced from him. The proof of that was currently in my handbag. I was here to bring the final papers to him and to pick Noah up.

Entering the house, I follow the sounds of hushed voices but stop in my tracks when I near the kitchen.

Right now I could hear them clearly and what I heard encased my soul in ice.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t live with me and mommy?” Noah asks his father.

My shaking hands go to my chest. My heart breaking at the sadness in his voice. I would do anything for him, but this divorce was inevitable.

Our marriage had been a mistake. Everything about us was a mistake. It just took me a while to see the truth.

“You know why Noah, you mother and I are no longer together” His voice is soft as he replies.

It’s weird really. That during the duration of our marriage he has never once spoken to me softly. It was always cold. Always flat and devoid of any emotion

“But why?”

“These things just happen” he mumbles.

I can imagine his face frowning. As he tries to make Noah understand so that he doesn’t ask any more questions. But Noah is my son. Curiosity and inquisition is in his blood.

“Don’t you love her?”

My breath gets caught at the simple heartfelt question. I take a step back and lean against the wall. Heart racing, I wait in anticipation for his answer.

I knew his answer. I’ve always known what it is. Everyone with the exception of Noah probably knows that damn answer.

he doesn’t love me. Never had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his reply. Would

clears his throat,

mommy or not?” Noah

hear him sigh in defeat. “I love her for giving me you” he

a placation not an

hurts. I feel my heart breaking all

to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to Noah, nor after in the years that had passed or when we slept

marriage. I gave him

me and the love of

way. I was tired of crying. Tired of chasing

it’s rude to listen to other

thoughts in

kitchen counter.

grey eyes pins me

life. His good looks are definitely curtesy of

I give them

half eaten sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to

his forehead before he steps away from me and goes back to

be my home, but now I feel

truth though,

he built this house with HER in mind. This was

planning on letting her go. That

stares at his

the divorce degree today and I thought I could bring you the copy while I pick

line. Every time he looks at me like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since

shattered my soul. I continued loving him. Holding on. Thinking things will

a nightmare. I was always fighting with the ghost of his past. The ghost of a girl I could

rub my chest. Trying to ease the pain that was encased

hurts

to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched teeth, the word

for a minute

fighting” he

shot, Rowan bangs his fist on the

words leave his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted and he looks about ready to blow