Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

59. A surprise

It’s been a month since the whole thing with Ethan happened. Am I okay? Definitely not. Does it

still hurt? Fuck yes. Have I moved on? Absolutely not.

Things haven’t been easy. Every day I find myself drowning further and further in a sea of pain and heartache. I thought I was doing okay when I decided to move on with Ethan. I realize now

that I was probably just lying to myself.

Ethan’s betrayal has drenched up all the other pains I tried burying. All the hurts I tried

forgetting. It was like I was now back to square one. Only thing is that I had a few more new scars

marring my heart and soul.

I go through the days in a fog. Just living numbly. Time and things pass me by because I wasn’t

really living. I am just surviving. Taking each day one at a time.

Everyone seems to have moved on, but I feel like I am just stuck. Stuck in a never ending cycle of

pain and heartbreak. My world right now is dark and cold and I feel all alone.

“Miss Sharp, are you okay?” Mark, one of my students asks me.

Fuck, I hate that name. It serves as a reminded that the people who gave it to me broke me. I

wanted to change it, but I didn’t know which name to take. I didn’t want to take the Howell’s name

given I don’t know that much about them. There is also the fact that I haven’t spoken to them

since that day at my house.

“Yes, I am…focus on the classwork” I reply to him before looking down at the books on my desk.

I loved teaching, but nowadays it has become like a chore. Every day I come to work, I can’t help

but wish the hours would fly by quickly so that I can go home. I wanted solitude but I wasn’t

getting enough of that with Letty and Rowan checking up on me every damn time.

My students have noticed something is wrong. Classes aren’t as fun as they used to be. I wasn’t as

cheery as I was before. I was like a robot. Lifeless. Because of this some of my students have

started skipping class. I just don’t know how to bring back the old Ava.

‘Instead of trying to bring the old you, why don’t you try to create a new version?‘ an internal voice

asks.

Was that even possible? Creating a new version. A version of me that is different from the child,

teen then woman who has been broken too many times to count.

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or think too deeply about it,

class without saying

a little before I have to

to anyone

lounge and freeze up. I was expecting it to be at least somewhat empty,

packed. I release a groan as I

I sit down. Nora’s name flashes. I’ve ignored

relationship with Ethan I go to hang up,

accept button instead

she calls

anything. Just release

don’t shut me out. Don’t shut

at the

if I wanted to. My mouth refuses to move.

fucking word.

to be in your life. I want to be the

1. you’re hurting and I want to be there for

lose another. Losing you again just after finding you would kill me” she pleads,

breaks my heart.

it. I’ve been

I tell her slowly. Trying

breath. “I’ll give you time if that’s what you need, but always remember

when I thought you had died. I hope you

I’ll always be here

don’t know if I can trust

reply before hanging

What if she’s

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I’m afraid of. Of being used. Of being a second choice just like

Rowan.

like that towards them. I was

pieces of my heart.

walking

I groan under

and she had a

likes to stick her nose in other people’s

“With the way you’ve been

preggo” she finishes

freeze in my seat. Her

through every

behavior and frowns. “Are you okay, Ava? You have to know

right?”

lounge, I blindly ran through

of the parking lot.

couldn’t be happening. Please

do the math, but my mind

caring that I will probably be pulled for over speeding. I needed to

Carol was wrong.

to the store, I park my car and rush out. Unluckily for me, I