Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

5. Shoot out

Nothing about the day spelled disaster. The sun was shining and everything seemed to be well in place as I drove down the familiar streets.

The chapel was fully packed when we arrived. Almost everyone had come to pay their last respects.

I surveyed the place and was satisfied to see everything was in place. None of the others had been much help when it came to the burial preparation. I was the one that was left to shoulder the weight of everything.

I didn’t complain though. I took it as a chance for me to reciprocate what he’d done for me. After all, he had fed me, clothed me and put a room over my head.

The service was about to begin and most people were already seated. I decided to sit on the opposite side. It didn’t feel right sitting with the rest. It especially didn’t feel right sitting next to Emma.

“Mom, why are we sitting here…shouldn’t we sit next to grandma?” Noah asks, pointing at where the others were.

Of course we were getting weird looks but I didn’t care. After all, it wasn’t a secret that I wasn’t wholly accepted by the family after everything that happened.

“Most people are already seated. I don’t want us to cause a fracas” I lie.

He looks like he doesn’t believe me but choses to let it go. The father arrives and the sermon begins just as I feel someone sit next to me.

I tense. I would know his presence and cologne anywhere. I don’t know what he was doing seated here. He should be with his precious Emma. In fact I would prefer if he were there.

Damn I sound bitter. Which I was. Bitter, angry and hurt.

“Dad” Noah whisper yells, which causes a few people to turn and look at us.

I glower at them making them turn back around.

the two of you?”

Thank goodness for small miracles. I wouldn’t have to be near

moving us, I’m able to switch seats with him. The moment we do, I

you leave it? Will you have made a difference? Changed it and

die today, who will attend my burial? Will those around me even care? Whom am I kidding? They wouldn’t. They would probably hold a

honestly sad. The life I have. I don’t have any friends mostly because I hold myself back. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. I wasn’t as beautiful as she was. S**y as she was. Smart as she was. Loved as she was. I wasn’t perfect as Emma was.

still in her shadow. No one sees my pain or suffering. It’s all about Emma. Her pain is bigger than mine. Her happiness is a priority over mine. She always

pulls me out

the service was over

okay?” his deep

him let alone look at him but I’ll have to because for the next ten years

him. I know it seems rude but I just can’t look at him. Not when the memory of him staring lovingly at Emma is still fresh in my

Noah,

walk towards the door. Once we’re outside we’re bombarded by a crowd of people wanting

hadn’t buried father yet and I was already

your face” Emma’s bitter voice says

face her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she still looked

I so didn’t want to

we just

that I’m the only one that can hear

I am here to stay. You also took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to

between me and the departing back of my sister but doesn’t say anything. I’m left shocked at her

mine to begin with. The family she’s talking about worships

to drown me, I lead Noah to the place that would be father’s

stand a little distance from mother, Emma and Travis. They’re huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that I was a stranger just attending

dust…” the preacher says as

the loudest as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis

cries beside me. Seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes. I hate seeing him in pain. I wipe my tears

was there but wasn’t at the same time. By the time I

pa and ma” he drags