Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

66. His letter

1 stare at the piece of paper on my table, not really sure what to do about it.

I was now at home. I had gotten back like an hour ago. The whole time, I spent it debating whether I should open it or tear it to pieces

The paper had been burning a hole in my purse the entire time I drove back home. Now, here I am

Still staring at it.

A part of me was curious about it contents. The other didn’t much care about what was written. The man who wrote it hated me. What good could come out of reading a letter written by him?

I pick it up, about to tear it, but a voice stops me.

‘Just read the damn thing. What’s the worst that could happen?‘ my inner voice whispers.

I cringe at the words.

Famous last words. I think to myself.

The worst thing that could happen is he hurts me.

Words were dangerous. They cause more damage than any weapon can. I still remember some of the harsh words my so called parents said to me over the years. The wounds their words inflicted

have never truly healed.

‘Just open it!‘ the voice screams.

Not giving myself a second to back out, I unfold the letter.

[Dear Ava,

If you’re reading this then it’s because I didn’t make it out of surgery. Truth be told, I don’t think I

will. They’re trying to save me not knowing that their efforts are futile. I am too far gone and I can already see you grandparents calling me to come join them. It may be the imagination of a dying

man or not, but I believe I have a special place in hell for how I treated you.

You were such a sweet girl when Winnie left you with us, but we destroyed that. We destroyed

your light and I will forever regret that I did that to you my sweet girl.

I remember when she still had you. I used to play with you and Emma. You were so innocent and

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you,

pause reading the letter. My mind confused. None of what he said was making any sense. If he used to like

down at the piece of paper, I

you, but when Winnie died and she asked us

am not using this as an excuse because nothing can make

and uncalled

bitch. I am getting exactly what I deserve

how sorry I am. For everything I did to you.

I did and said, but it’s all

the worst father. Sorry for being the monster in your

forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. What I deserve is to burn in the pits

mother. She’ll need

towards you,

I may not have showed it to you,

my darling sweet

it back in my bag feeling

so much when mother’s

before died.

up abruptly and leave for

want to think about them. I don’t want to think about the pain they caused me. I just

them because I know that if

head, then I

afford to be weak right now. It would cost

risk going back to the darkness that

my soul.

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bed and lie down Refusing to let the tears flow. I’ve cried enough

waste my tears on people that didn’t deserve anything

physical weighs me down and I fall into a

wake up it’s around eleven

scramble from my bed, falling down in the process. I was supposed to

to take a shower and get ready. Doing it in less than ten minutes. Once I’m done I rush down the stairs, praying I don’t

my tracks when I notice Rowan and Noah in the kitchen having breakfast. He was wearing a suit and was making pancakes. It was so weird given

his mouth full. “I wanted to wake you up, but dad told

here?” I ask

making breakfast. Take a seat and eat something. I want to finish these before I leave” Rowan replies while flipping the

late for your meeting? You

the meeting. You looked like you needed the sleep, so I let you sleep” he

don’t want to see it because I don’t want to think of him as the good guy. I don’t want to see this caring and kind version of