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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and considering the damage I caused, I can’t

she’ll ever forgive me.

a life with her. I crave that more than anything, but if she doesn’t

I’ve caused

focus on her beautiful face and tactics I

going to happen. I try to

crazy.

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

turn on the TV. Maybe hearing other people’s voices will help me calm down. It was better than listening to my own

to find Gabe. He looked like hell froze over.

anguish in them.

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

as

it our parent’s?

starts but doesn’t finish his sentence. His voice was

wrong.

swallow, before his eyes

Ava” he finally

to ask him what’s wrong with Ava when an unrecognizable voice mentions her name. I begin

direction of

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

what the hell the reporters have

BREAKING NEWS.

in big, bold

are yet to know the state she’s in, but the gunman opened fire to what seems to be a hit targeted at her. The video you’re about to watch maybe disturbing to

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could have prepared me to watching the woman I love

multiple times

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

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

a masked person, rolled the window

times. They sped past her, leaving Ava to crumble

pool of blood

the presenter comes

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

find out.”

how two other people were injured, but that doesn’t concern me. My focus was Ava. I

I hear his voice but it doesn’t

fucking broken I

How am I supposed to survive