Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

37. Having a breakdown

The warm light on my faces wakes me up. At first I’m confused as to how I ended up in my room, but then the heavy hand around my waist brings the memories of what happened back.

I start to internally panic so much so that I’m afraid I’ll wake Ethan up. I didn’t want him up now. Not when I was having a nervous breakdown. Not while my head was a mess. As slowly as I can, I

get up and leave the bed.

He turns and murmurs something in his sleep, but he doesn’t wake up. I heave a sigh of relief even as I put some clothes on and pick up my phone from the dresser.

Tip toing to the door, I wince a little when I open it and it creeks. I look back, my heart in my

mouth. I’m immediately thankful when I see Ethan still in bed.

The sheets were down to his waist, exposing his very well defined abs and an arm was thrown

over his face. Swallowing loudly, I leave the room.

I walk down my stairs feeling like I was doing the walk of shame even though I was in my own

house. The soreness between my legs, a testament of how Ethan took his job at remedying my

pain seriously.

The moment I get the kitchen I let loose. All the panic and anxiety I tried stifling in my room

rushes through me like an Avalanche.

“Call down, people have S** all the time” I try telling myself but instead of calming down it only

increases the pace of my wildly beating heart.

I start pacing the tiled floors. Still unable to believe that I had S** with another man. I always

thought that the only man who would ever touch me or see me naked is Rowan. Here we are

though, not only did I let Ethan kiss me, but I also allowed him into my bed.

Tired of pacing, I sit on the kitchen stool. My feet tapping nervously on the floor. What am I

supposed to do now? How am I supposed to act? I didn’t know what the protocol after these type of

things happened is.

Am I supposed to make him breakfast? Would he even want breakfast? Is it something that will

happen again or is it a one nightstand?

I place a hand on my beating heart. I felt like my chest was going to explode. I’ve never done

something like this before. Even if I hadn’t been in love with Rowan, I always believed that I would

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“You don’t have to love someone to have S** with them…you just have to be attracted to them” A

voice whispers.

I want to argue with it but my phone vibrating stops me. I unlock it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

I read the simple message, wondering who could have sent it. That is until I lift my eyes and see it’s from Rowan. I’m shocked and then angry. 4

He has no right at all to send me that stupid message. Not when he has never wished me a happy birthday during our marriage and especially not after the disgusting things he said to me.

I stand up and go back to pacing. I mean why now? Why now when we are divorced? Why today of

all day? A few hours after I have slept with another man.

I don’t think it’s fair to compare two men S**ually, but Ethan thoroughly fucked me. Simple and clear. There was passion and heat, something that lacked with Rowan Ethan took me in positions I didn’t even know were possible. I loved that but I also hated it because it proved how stale my

S** life with Rowan was.

The only time Rowan ever took me like that was the first time we had S** and it was only because he thought he was sleeping with Emma, the love of his fucking life.

I always wanted it to be like that between us. Always thought that something was missing. It wasn’t bad, but I just wanted more.

Now after my night with Ethan I realize what has been missing between Rowan and I was the passion. I also realize that it had been missing because I wasn’t who he had wanted

I push the pain that tries to resurface away. I didn’t want to think that Rowan was holding back even when we were having S** simply because he’d wanted another woman instead.

phone. Just to distract myself from the turmoil of what was happening inside

wishing me a happy birthday. They were from

and make a mental note to

understand. Why now? What did they wish to gain

the same

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a simple word

them when they broke me? How am I supposed to let it

punished. The only one who got blamed was me. I was the one that was called names, the one that was looked down on. The only

one that got the emotional and verbal abuses. I took all of it. I took the blame even though

thought about it, the more I got angry. I can feel the angry tears trying to fall and this time I

of being the bigger person. I lost just as much as Rowan did because of

how the guilt broke. No one wanted to see how I was breaking

us working? How come I had to break for them to feel good about themselves? They broke me and yet no one

dam explode inside me. All the pain that I have been holding back. All the pain I’ve been pushing down I can’t contain it anymore. It all comes

my mouth is animalistic even to my own ears. It reverberates off the walls, echoing

glass and splintering wood fills the air Mirroring the chaos within my soul. My fragile heart was breaking all over again. The pain

buried deep continues to surface up.

I hate Rowan for what

I turn at his

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looks at me in shock. The kitchen was destroyed,

barstools.

him there, I fall down on my knees in surrender, not

physical pain compared to an

my all. He took and took and I continued to let him. He left me with nothing Ethan. I’m empty, so

I’m carrying

was trying to hold on to something that wasn’t supposed to

feel his hands around me. “Let it all go, let the pain go, Ava. It’s the only way” he says and

dig into his flesh as I cry my heart out and I transfer

say a word. He doesn’t

scars, lay scattered on the floor A physical manifestation of the

breakdown

finally sink against him. Completely and utterly drained. He gently picks me up bridal style and leads me up the stairs. My eyes were beginning to close as I feel a

me

past sins, I think I’ve already paid enough for those mistakes. It was time to leave the past where it

to come out of the shadows and live my

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37. Having a breakdown

first I’m confused as to how I ended

waist brings the memories of what

didn’t want him up now. Not when I was having a

and

murmurs something in his sleep, but he doesn’t wake

as I put some clothes on and

door, I wince a little when I open it and it creeks. I

when I

exposing his very well defined abs and an arm was

face. Swallowing loudly,

in my own. house. The soreness between my

pain seriously.

All the

me like an

I try telling myself but instead of

the pace of my wildly beating

unable to believe that I had S** with another man. I always thought that the only man who would ever touch me or see me

not only did I let Ethan kiss me,

kitchen stool. My feet tapping nervously on the floor. What am 1 supposed to do now? How

to make him breakfast? Would he even want breakfast? Is

going to explode. I’ve never done something

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currently not strong.

have to love someone to have S** with them…you just have to be attracted

voice whispers.

it but my phone vibrating

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

wondering who could have sent it. That is until I lift my eyes and

Rowan. I’m shocked and

has no right at all to send me that stupid message.

especially not after the disgusting things he said to

to pacing. I mean why now? Why

day? A few hours after I

men S**ually, but

passion and heat, something that lacked with Rowan. Ethan took me in

possible. I loved that but I also hated it because it

with

ever took me like that was the