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,

sense. If he used to like being around me when Winnie was still alive, then what the hell

down at the piece of paper, I continue

to be such a monster to you, but when Winnie died and

excuse because nothing can make how we treated you right.

disgusting and

know that this is my punishment. Karma is really a vengeful bitch. I am

world, I want to tell you how sorry I am. For everything I did to

enough to make up for what I did and said, but it’s all I

Sorry for being the monster in

ask for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. What I deserve is to burn in

ask is that you be there for your mother. She’ll need you.

mistakes towards you,

may not have showed it to you,

darling sweet

paper and shove it back in my bag feeling

know why the letter affected me so much when

last thing he wrote before died. Correct

and leave for my bedroom. I

think about them. I don’t want to think about the pain

to think about anything. I block them because I know that if I allow them to

head, then I would

weak right now. It would cost me more

wasn’t going to risk going back

my soul.

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

waste my tears on people that didn’t deserve

fatigue, both emotional and physical weighs me down

wake up

the process. I was supposed to pick Noah up at nine since Rowan had to

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

tracks when I notice Rowan and Noah in the kitchen having breakfast. He was wearing a suit and

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

on here?” I ask

to finish these before I leave” Rowan replies while

already late for your meeting? You

like you needed the sleep, so I let you sleep” he says as if

was a side of him I didn’t know existed. I 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