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

the damage I caused, I can’t help

she’ll ever forgive me.

want her. I want her in 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

caused over the

on her beautiful face and tactics I could use to get

happen. I try to

crazy.

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

other people’s voices will help me calm down. It was better than listening to my own since it was distorted, jumbled and confused the hell

I stood pacing through the room when my door opened. I turn to find

anguish in them.

We share that

is it?” I ask as my

it our parent’s? Maybe

doesn’t finish his sentence. His voice was mixed

what’s wrong. Is it mom

before his eyes

he finally

when

in the direction of

brother begs me, but I don’t pay

hell the reporters have to

BREAKING NEWS.

written in

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 be a hit targeted at her. The video you’re about

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but nothing could have prepared me to

multiple times

video showed Ava as she was walking out of an ice

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

drove past her, a masked

shooting several times. They sped past her,

pool of blood

the presenter

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

find out.”

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 my

I hear his voice but it

my head. I felt so fucking

supposed to survive if something