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]

None of what he said was making any sense. If he used to like being around me when Winnie was still alive, then what the

piece of paper, I continue

what happened. I don’t know why I turned out to be such a monster to you, but when Winnie died and she asked us to take you in, something just shifted

as an excuse because nothing can make how we treated you

and uncalled

this is my punishment. Karma is really a vengeful bitch. I am getting exactly what I deserve for how I treated

leave this world, I want to tell you how sorry I am. For

and said, but it’s all

father. Sorry for

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

your mother. She’ll need you.

mistakes towards

I love you. I may not have showed it to

darling

and shove it back in my bag feeling angry for

affected me so much when mother’s tears didn’t. May be

was the last thing he wrote before died. Correct that, he wrote

for my bedroom. I push

don’t want to think about the pain

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

head, then I

would cost me more than I’m

to risk going back to the darkness

my soul.

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

on people

to me. The fatigue, both emotional and physical weighs me down

up

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

in less than ten minutes. Once I’m done I rush down the stairs, praying I don’t trip

and Noah in the kitchen having breakfast. He was wearing a suit and was making pancakes. It was so weird given I’ve never

you’re finally awake” Noah screams with his mouth full. “I wanted to wake you up, but dad told me to let

on here?” I

a seat and eat something. I want to

for your meeting?

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

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 caring and kind version of him