Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 0187

Rowan.

I stare at the door, wondering what the hell I was doing here. I should give Ava her space, but F*** it. I can’t seem to stay away from her. I’m drawn to her in a way I can’t F***ing explain.

Knocking, I wait rather impatiently for the door to be opened. A minute later, the door opens revealing

Noah.

“Dad” he throws himself at him and I catch him. “I thought I would have to wait till Saturday to see you”

I hug him close to me. Feeling myself relax and melt. “Hey buddy”

How could I ever have hated Ava? I wonder. She gave me the best gift when she gave birth to Noah. I should have appreciated her then instead of punishing her. The night I thought was the worst night of my

life, brought about the best gift I could have gotten.

I didn’t see it then because I had my head so up my ass I couldn’t see straight. My eyes are opened now. I see it so F***ing clearly. Ava was right. I used to regret that night not realizing that without that night.

happening, there wouldn’t be Noah and no matter what, I would never regret my son.

“Come in. Mom is in the shower. She said she needed to soak her tired, aching bones.” He informs me. I’m having my dinner and there is enough. You can have some if you haven’t eaten dinner yet”

He leads me into the kitchen. He gets on the stool and resumes eating after pointing to the food. I

and

the small things for granted. I admit that

her cooking.

a real catch” Noah begins making, me

not really sure

of good looking guys want her…just a few days ago there was a man here who’d come to visit her.

as his wife” he says it so casually, but I see the smirk he is

“What man?”

try to contain the jealousy, but it’s F***ing hard. The need to scream that

mom said that he was her new friend” the smirk is still in

I liked him, now I don’t know who I like

at him, but he just

to make me jealous and I should let it go, but I can’t. I have

than I

was at the door?” her voice comes from the other room, interrupting

anything

kitchen in a robe. Her hair is wet and her face is free from makeup. She looks so damn beautiful that I can’t put it into words. The robe leaves nothing to the

tear it from

she ask, her face changing into an

that too. She used to be so expressive,

“Rowan?” she calls again.

How am I supposed to tell her that I

to see her.

me when you’re leaving,

atmosphere.