Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

112. Anxious heart

Rowan

“Sir? Is there anything you need me to get for you from the restaurant?” My secretary asks, but I continue

staring outside my office window.

The view was really great. It was one of the reasons why I chose it, but today it didn’t offer me the

tranquility it usually does.

“No. Not today,” I answer without looking at her.

“Okay then, I’ll be back in thirty minutes”

I don’t answer her and after a few seconds I hear the door closing. I sigh in frustration. For some reason

the feeling of foreboding clung to me. It surrounded me in waves. Today more so than the previous days.

I don’t know what it is, but my heart is anxious. I can’t settle nor can I fucking focus. It’s like my soul is

trying to tell me something, but I can’t figure out what.

Trying to distract myself, I think about Ava and our talk. I get her. Damn do I get her hesitation. I’ve spent

more than ten years drilling into her that Emma was the only woman I’ll ever love.

I did everything in my power to show her just how little I cared for her. I’ve spent nine years punishing her

for something that was beyond her control. I drilled into her head that I hated her with every fiber of my

being.

How then could I turn around and claim to love her?

It’s frustrating as hell, but I understand her. I understand her reluctance to believe me. If the roles had

been switched I wouldn’t have believed it so easily.

Apart from all that, I also have to consider the pain I’ve caused her. Nine years of pain and mistreatment isn’t something you get over within a day or week. Hell. It will probably take years to heal the wounds i

inflicted. 2

though and considering the damage

she’ll ever forgive me.

to build a life with her. I crave that more than anything, but if she doesn’t take me back,

I’ve caused over the

try to focus on her. To focus on her beautiful face and tactics I could

unshakable feeling like something bad was going to happen. I try to assure myself, but it doesn’t work. I stand up

crazy.

messing it up, but I don’t fucking care.

was better than listening to my own since it was distorted, jumbled

find

anguish in them.

My brother is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share that trait as twins. If he looks anything other than that then

as

was it our parent’s?

his sentence. His voice was

Tell me what’s wrong. Is it mom or

see him swallow, before his eyes focus

Ava” he

with Ava when an unrecognizable voice mentions her

the direction

focus on me” My brother begs me, but

the hell the reporters have to

BREAKING NEWS.

in

state she’s in,

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nothing could have prepared me to watching the

multiple times

she was walking out of

on her face. Whoever took the video captured a black SUV with tinted

before the drove past her, a masked person, rolled the window down just

They sped past her, leaving Ava to crumble on the ground in

pool of blood

video ends, and the

are yet to establish why these gangsters would shoot a pregnant

find out.”

other people were injured, but that doesn’t concern me. My focus was Ava. I couldn’t erase the image of her body lying motionless in

his voice but it doesn’t

so fucking

How am I supposed to survive if something happens