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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considering the damage I caused, I can’t

she’ll ever forgive me.

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

I’ve caused over the

To focus on her beautiful face and tactics I could

like something bad was going to happen. I try to assure myself, but it

crazy.

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

people’s voices will help me calm down. It was better than listening to my own since it was

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

anguish in them.

still in my tracks. Fuck. My brother is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share that trait as twins. If he looks anything other

ask as

was it our parent’s? Maybe

finish his sentence. His voice was mixed with

what’s wrong. Is it

him swallow, before his eyes focus

Ava” he

wrong with Ava when an unrecognizable voice

in the direction of

focus on me” My brother begs me, but I

needed to know what the hell the reporters have

BREAKING NEWS.

in big,

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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my knees weaken, but nothing could have prepared me to watching the woman

multiple times

of

a small frown on her face. Whoever took the

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

times. They sped past her, leaving Ava to

pool of blood

the presenter comes back

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

find out.”

me. My

I hear his voice but it doesn’t

in my head. I felt so fucking broken

am I supposed to survive