Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 0260

I wake up sprawled on top of Rowan. His arm was wrapped tight around my waist, and half my b*dy was

on top of his

Slowly, I lift my head from his chest. This was another new thing for us. The intimacy our position

projected, you would think that we’re in love. Only I knew the truth. There was love in our marriage yes,

but it was one sided.

I get up slowly. I didn’t want to wake him up. I needed time to myself. Time to try and catch on to

whatever the hell was happening. I feel like my life has been turned upside down since I woke up from

that coma.

It has been two days, but those two days have been a rollercoaster of events. Now I was reeling from the

rush. Not really sure if I should trust my eyes or my heart.

I spot the bottle of milk on his bedside table.

Iris woke up like three times. The first two times, I fed her. The last time I remember him telling me to go

back to sleep. That he would take care of her. I was tired so I didn’t argue at al

all.

Putting on my bathrobe, I tip toe out of the room. I check on Iris and Noah before going downstairs. It was

fairly early in the morning and given it was on a Saturday, Noah didn’t have school today.

I get to the kitchen only to find Teresa.

Madam” she greets with a smile

her what I hope is a gentle smile “Good morning too

formal”

need something?” she stops and focuses on me, ready to do anything

I’d like to

blinding and she rods

all. I’m sure Noah will be ecstatic. He kept complaining that I don’t make his pancakes

does” she

way his

chuckle, because I can totally see Noah saying that. My smile sl*ps off my face

have been for him when I was in

excuses herself and I start working on making breakfast. For some

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something I made was when Noah insisted we

he didn’t want anything from me. It was like anything from me was polson. I soon got over

the disrespect and disregard Rowan

and I would do anything to

I

I focus

witnessing my almost death changed something inside

and maybe this

the flour to the side in frustration as I feel my eyes begin to tear. Why was this

goddamn hard?

voice comes

he brings me to

his chin

surprises at this tender action

used to know how to make the kind of pancakes Noah likes

thing! I can’t remember the secret ingredient I used” I cry and

break down

don’t worry too much about it” he tries to calm me, but it’s

“It’s not just that. I can’t read the measurement either. Neither can I remember the how you like your coffee! Damn it! Even some words are