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.

+15 BONUS

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

stiffen, not sure

was afraid you would still be

sorry but who are you?”

“Shit, I’m sorry..I should have probably

bad”

myself smiling. She was comical and

we please get

I’m not sure

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

some reason I couldn’t. I don’t know

I’ll dance all the way to my bedroom to take a nap” I tell her stepping aside to let her

“Do you

me struggling.

her but I find myself doing

her hand in

her to the living room where she takes a seat. I sigh in happiness when I plop down on

weak.

are you here?” I was

can call me

have never listen

are done

They were bound to be just like them and I was done letting such people into

she pleads and against my best judgement I

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what it is about her but I’m at ease around her even though

I am not one to trust

isn’t good. I may love the idiot but I can also

did, you didn’t deserve to be treated the way

have treated you.

and see you but I was afraid that you will turn me down

had to come. I know you don’t know me

you will give me a

get my feet on the sofa,

he know you

know that

other”

bad guy, to others

me down, hating on me and just treating me

a small part is against that Something tells me that if I give her

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

people out.

chance on one condition” I say

was the drugs or maybe something else but

the worst

words‘ a voice whispers in

“What’s your condition?”

I

the battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether it the right call or not.

with me