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

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remain with her though and considering the damage I caused, I can’t help

she’ll ever forgive me.

than anything, but if she doesn’t take me

caused over the

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

before. Never had this unshakable feeling like something bad was going to happen. I try to assure myself, but it doesn’t work. I stand up and start pacing

crazy.

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

TV. Maybe hearing other people’s voices will help me calm down. It was better than listening to my own since it was distorted, jumbled and confused the

through the room when my door opened. I turn to find Gabe. He

anguish in them.

is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share

is it?” I ask as my heart rate

our parent’s?

he starts but doesn’t finish his

Gabe. Tell me what’s wrong. Is

him swallow, before

he finally

Ava when an unrecognizable

the direction of the

My brother begs me, but I don’t pay

hell the

BREAKING NEWS.

headlines written in big,

of The Hope Foundation was today gunned down by unknown people. We are yet to know the state

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but nothing could have prepared me to watching the

multiple times

video showed Ava as she was walking out of an ice cream shop. Her eyes were downcast

Whoever took the video captured a

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

They sped past her,

pool of blood

the presenter comes back

establish why these gangsters would shoot a pregnant

find out.”

to the shop and how two other people were injured, but that doesn’t concern me. My focus was Ava. I couldn’t erase the image of her body

hear his voice but it doesn’t

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

am I supposed to survive if