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, Travis and Emma]

what he said was making any sense. If he

piece of paper, I continue

you, but when Winnie died and she asked us to take you in, something just shifted

this as an excuse because nothing can make how we treated you

disgusting and uncalled

my punishment. Karma is really a vengeful bitch. I am getting exactly what I deserve

sorry I am. For everything I did to

up for what I did and said, but it’s all I have. I’m so sorry for being a

worst father. Sorry for

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

be there for your mother. She’ll need you. She has a good heart and

mistakes towards you, she’ll

I love you. I may not have

my darling

back in my bag feeling angry for some

know why the letter affected me so

thing he wrote before died. Correct

and leave for my

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

block them because I know

head, then I would

right now. It would cost me

my breaking point. I wasn’t going to risk going back to the darkness that almost

my soul.

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

people that didn’t deserve anything from me.

fatigue, both emotional and physical weighs me down and I fall

wake up it’s

the process. I was supposed to pick

scramble 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 trip and break my neck in the

kitchen having breakfast. He was wearing a suit and was making pancakes. It was so

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

on here?” I ask

Take a seat and eat something. I want to finish these before

you already late for your meeting? You should have woken me

You looked like you needed the sleep, so I let you sleep” he says as if it were that

This 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