Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

3. Emma’s back

I sat on the cold hospital chair breathing in then out. Mother was still sobbing and she couldn’t be consoled. My heart broke for her. I understand it isn’t easy losing the man you love in such an unexpected way.

It was still a shock. I expected him to make a full recovery but now he was dead and I had no idea how to feel.

We never saw eye to eye and even though he hated me. I loved him. He was after all my father so how could I not love him?

“You okay?” Rowan asks sitting down beside me.

He arrived about an hour ago and this is the first time he talked to me since he came. I didn’t know what to do with the concern he was showing. After all he has never taken my feelings into consideration before.

“Yeah” I manage to say.

I haven’t shed a tear since we were given the news. Maybe it was belated shock or maybe I ran out of tears for him. Right now I was doing all I could to stay afloat since everyone else was breaking down.

I see feet in my peripheral vision and when I look up I find Travis staring at me. Just like always there isn’t a flicker of warmth in his eyes when he looks at me. I know what I did was a wrong but I haven’t I paid enough for that night?

“What?” I ask him.

so she should be arriving soon. She still doesn’t know that

indication I need to know that her name still affects him. The warmth he provided

mumble because what else is there

spoken to her in years. I doubt she would want to be in the same vicinity as

cordial and give her space” mother adds, wiping the

know what you’re asking me

I won’t let you do that again especially now that your father is no longer with

enough for the actions I took when I was young and

I’m also your daughter

stand up and leave. I needed fresh air. I needed to

to let them fall. What am I even doing here? Why did she bother calling me if

didn’t consider me as one of their

are you James Sharp’s daughter?” a nurse

my head after calming

needed. They’re viewing the body” she softly tells me, probably trying

give me a

me the space to make my decision. Despite his neglect, he still provided for me so I owe him. With that, I make a decision. I would give him a proper burial, then after that I

be the perfect little family. They would no longer have to put up with me like they

back inside, I ask for the direction to the morgue. By the time I get there, the rest had already finished

when he

I

knowing he wasn’t the