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.

had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted

clears his throat, obviously

or not?” Noah asks again, his voice

in defeat. “I love her for giving me you”

was a placation

feel my heart breaking all over again. I don’t know why a

words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to

him my all but he gave me

two, there were three of us in our marriage. Him, me and the love of his life. The woman he’s refused to

I rub them way. I was tired of crying.

it’s rude to listen to

deep voice cuts through the silent space. Interrupting my thoughts in the process. I

near the kitchen counter. My now ex-husband, Rowan

grey eyes pins me

joy. The only good thing in my life. His good looks are definitely curtesy of his dad. He has my

give them a

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

too, my love” I kiss his forehead before he steps away from me

to be my home, but now I feel out of place in it.

though, I never

he built this house with HER in mind. This was HER

have been the first indication that he wasn’t planning on letting her go. That he wouldn’t reciprocate my love for

asks in annoyance and stares at his watch. “You

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

this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since I can remember but that doesn’t mean a damn thing

and shattered my soul. I continued loving him. Holding on.

The love I’ve been craving since I was a child. I was wrong. Marriage turned to be a nightmare.

rub my chest. Trying to ease the pain

does no good. It still fucking hurts even though we’ve been

up to your room? Your mother and I need to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched teeth, the word mother slipping out

for a

fighting” he

his fist on the counter in anger. His grey eyes are icy as he

son” the words leave his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted and he looks