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

considering the damage I caused, I can’t help

she’ll ever forgive me.

build a life with her. I crave that more than anything, but if she doesn’t take me back, then let it be so. I’ll have no one to blame but myself. It will be

I’ve caused

her. To focus on her beautiful face and tactics I could use to get her to take me back, but

was going to happen. I try to assure myself, but it doesn’t work. I stand up and start pacing again. I felt wired.

crazy.

hair, probably messing it up, but I don’t fucking care. Not when I feel like my fucking heart was being squeezed by

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

know for how long I stood pacing through the room when my door opened. I turn to find Gabe. He looked like hell froze over. He was breathing heavily, his eyes looked bloodshot and

anguish in them.

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

I ask as

it our

finish his sentence.

what’s wrong.

him swallow, before

Ava” he

about to ask him what’s wrong with Ava when an unrecognizable

the direction of

watch it, focus on me” My brother begs

the hell the

BREAKING NEWS.

written in

The Hope Foundation was today gunned down by unknown people. We 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

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prepared

multiple times

was walking out of an ice cream shop. Her eyes were downcast

took the video captured a black SUV with tinted windows

Just before the drove past her, a masked person, rolled the

times. They sped past her, leaving Ava

pool of blood

the presenter comes

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

find out.”

to talk about the damage 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

voice but it

my head. I felt so fucking broken I

I supposed to