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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with her though and considering the damage I caused, I

she’ll ever forgive me.

anything, but if she doesn’t take me back, then let it be so. I’ll

I’ve caused over

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

I try to assure myself, but

crazy.

don’t fucking care.

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

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

anguish in them.

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

is it?” I ask as my

our parent’s? Maybe

his sentence. His voice was

wrong. Is it mom

see him swallow, before his eyes

Ava” he finally

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

direction of the

it, focus on me” My brother begs me, but I

to know what the hell the reporters have to say about

BREAKING NEWS.

written in big, bold

and founder of 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

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have prepared me to watching the woman I love being

multiple times

was walking out of an ice cream shop.

the video captured a black

the drove past her, a masked

before shooting several times. They sped past her,

pool of blood

the presenter comes back

would shoot a pregnant woman, but stay tuned as

find out.”

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

his voice but it

fucking registers in my head. I felt so fucking broken I felt lost.

to survive