Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

I wake up and find myself alone in bed. I heave a sigh. I just knew that it was all a dream. There was just no way Rowan would have slept with me on my bed. I don’t remember everything after I fell asleep at the hospital. I was pumped so full of drugs that I actually started to imagine things

that weren’t real.

I get out of bed slowly, but I have to sit down when the room begins to spin. After a few minutes, I

walk as carefully as I can to the bathroom and take a shower. I just wanted the overall smell of the

hospital washed from my skin.

I had so much to do that I didn’t know where to start. I had no phone and neither did I have a car. The police told me that my phone got smashed when I hit the ground. I had a few weeks of leave

from school but I needed to figure out my car situation before I got back to work.

By the time I’m done with dressing, my head was killing me.

‘F***! I needed my pain meds.‘ I think to myself

I walk down stairs wondering how I was going to survive for the next couple of days. I was still

weak and I could barely lift a finger without all my energy being drained.

Getting down stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself something simple for

breakfast. At this point I just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe wake up after a century.

Deciding it’s better for me to sit somewhere comfortable, I ditch the kitchen island and head to

the living room instead.

Who knew head injuries took a lot out of you?

I eat my food which tasted like cardboard and take my meds. I was just about to lay down on the couch and take a nap when my doorbell rang.

I groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to stand up and walk to the door to open for whoever it is that’s

on the other side. My legs felt like jelly and I was in no mood for visitors. I just wanted my damn.

sleep.

I consider ignoring it when the bell rings again. Would it be considered rude if I did that? I mean they could just assume that I was asleep and leave, right? That was hopeful thinking on my part because the next second, the bell rings again.

1 curse a string and stand up to walk towards the door. I open it and I come face to face with a woman I’ve never seen standin on my porch. She was shockingly beautiful. Black hair, big green eyes, heart shaped face and full lips.

“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

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I was sure any minute now my legs would give out and I would collapse on the floor.

The woman gives me a small smile, tears filling her eyes before she does the strangest thing. She

I stiffen, not sure what

would still be asleep” she says stepping

but who are

her forehead. “Shit, I’m sorry..I should have probably started with

bad”

find myself smiling. She was comical and

please get

you so I’m not sure inviting you to my home is

are skeptical especially after what happened to you. but I promise I’m not a serial killer

send her away but for some reason I couldn’t. I don’t know why but I trusted her

like a chicken and I’ll dance all the way to my bedroom to take a nap” I tell her stepping

smile. “Do you need any help?” she asks when

me struggling.

don’t mean to glare at her but I find myself doing it.

hand in

plop down on the couch. My legs were shaking at

weak.

are you here?”

Scarlet but you can call me Letty…I’m

never listen

are

They were bound to be just like them

me out” she pleads and against my best judgement

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her but I’m at ease around her even though she is

am not

I know what Travis did isn’t good. I may love the idiot

you didn’t deserve to

have treated you.

I was afraid that you will turn me

you and I just had to come. I know you don’t know me

you will give me

around and get my feet on the

know

does know that I am here, we

other”

Travis isn’t a bad guy, to others at least, but to me he

Always putting me down, hating on me and just treating

to shut her down but a small part is against that Something

I wouldn’t regret it. It was time I expanded my

people out.

chance on

else but

the worst that can

last words‘ a voice whispers in my

“What’s your condition?”

to me. I don’t want anything

can see the battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether it the

with me without involving