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

and hugs me. I stiffen,

would still be asleep” she

sorry but who are

sorry..I should have

bad”

was comical and I

please get

not sure inviting you to my home is

blinks a bit before speaking. “I know you are skeptical especially after what

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

to be a killer I swear I will gut you like a chicken and I’ll dance

a smile. “Do you need any

me struggling.

mean to glare at her but I

her hand

lead her to the living room where she takes a seat. I sigh in happiness when I plop down on the couch. My legs were shaking

weak.

are you and why are you here?” I

can call me Letty…I’m your

listen to my st*

we are

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

pleads and against

+15 BONUS

about her but I’m at ease around her even though

not one to trust

love the idiot but I can also admit that

didn’t

have treated you.

you but I was afraid that

come. I know you don’t know me

you will give me a chance to change

move around and get my feet on the sofa, leaning back on the

he know you

does know that I am here, we don’t keep secrets from

other”

that’s obvious. Travis isn’t a bad guy, to others at least, but to me he

hating on me and just treating me like

wanted to shut her down but a small part is against that Something tells me that if

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

people out.

a chance on one

but

the worst that

last words‘ a voice whispers

“What’s your condition?”

I don’t

the battle waging inside her. She is debating,

can have a friendship with me without