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

remain with her though and considering the

she’ll ever forgive me.

my life. I want to 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

caused over the

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

way before. Never had this unshakable feeling like something bad was going to happen. I try to

crazy.

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

help me calm down. It was better than listening to my

my door opened. I turn to find Gabe. He looked like hell froze

anguish in them.

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

ask as

was it our parent’s? Maybe

doesn’t finish his sentence. His voice was mixed

me what’s wrong. Is

before his eyes focus

Ava” he finally

wrong with Ava when an unrecognizable voice mentions her name. I

the direction of the

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

what the hell the reporters have to

BREAKING NEWS.

in big, bold

the state she’s in,

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could have prepared me to watching the woman

multiple times

of an ice cream shop. Her eyes were

face. Whoever took the

direction. Just before the drove past her, a masked person, rolled the window

the gun, before shooting several times. They sped past her, leaving

pool of blood

and the presenter comes

establish why these gangsters would shoot a pregnant woman, but

find out.”

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 lying motionless in a pool of her own blood from

hear his voice

fucking registers in my head. I felt so fucking broken I felt lost. My heart was

am I supposed to survive if something happens