Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

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

making any sense. If he used

the piece of paper, I

don’t know why I turned out to be such a monster to you, but when Winnie died and she

because nothing can make how we treated you right.

disgusting and uncalled

vengeful bitch. I am getting exactly what I

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

up for what I did and said, but it’s all I have.

the worst father. Sorry for

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

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

towards you, she’ll

you. I may not have showed it to you,

darling

paper and shove it back in my bag

the letter affected me so much when mother’s

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

for my bedroom. I push every thought

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

block them because I know that if

head, then I would

be weak right now. It would cost me more than I’m

wasn’t going to risk going back to the darkness that almost

my soul.

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

waste my tears on people that didn’t deserve anything from

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

wake up

I scramble from my bed, falling down in the process. I was supposed to pick Noah up at nine since Rowan had to fly out for

than ten minutes. Once I’m done

having breakfast. He was wearing a suit and was making

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

going on here?” I

seat and eat something. I want to finish these before I leave” Rowan replies while

already late for your meeting? You should have

I let you sleep” he says as if it were that

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