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

scars will remain with her though and considering the

she’ll ever forgive me.

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

caused over

on her beautiful face and tactics I could use to get her to take me

try to assure myself, but it doesn’t work. I stand up and start pacing again.

crazy.

hand through my hair, probably messing it up, but I don’t fucking care. Not when I feel like my fucking heart

me calm down. It was better than listening to my own since it was distorted, jumbled and confused the hell out

I turn to find Gabe. He looked like hell froze over. He was breathing heavily, his eyes looked

anguish in them.

brother is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share that trait as twins. If he looks

it?” I ask as my

was it our parent’s?

doesn’t finish his sentence.

wrong. Is

swallow, before his eyes focus

he finally

with Ava when an unrecognizable voice

in the direction of the

watch it, focus on me” My brother begs me, but I don’t pay

the hell the

BREAKING NEWS.

written in big,

family and founder of The Hope Foundation was today gunned down by unknown people. We are yet to know the state she’s in,

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have prepared me to watching the woman I

multiple times

was walking out of an ice cream

a small frown on her face. Whoever took the video captured

direction. Just before the drove past her, a

They sped past

pool of blood

and the presenter

are yet to establish why these gangsters would shoot a pregnant woman,

find out.”

two 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 a pool

his voice but it doesn’t

felt so fucking broken I felt lost. My heart was fractured to

am I supposed to