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.

a smile while cleaning the counter

a gentle smile “Good

formal”

and focuses on me, ready

not imposing, I’d like to

and she rods her

ecstatic. He kept

she

way his

that. My

for him when I

herself and I start working on making breakfast.

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to miss breakfast and dinner. The only time he would eat something I made was when Noah

a lot. Knowing that he didn’t want anything from me. It was like anything from me was polson. I soon got over it. It hurt, but I learned to live with it for

the disrespect and disregard Rowan showed me. Noah

happy and I would do anything to

I

I focus on

maybe witnessing my almost death changed something inside

has done to me and maybe this was

as I feel my eyes begin

goddamn hard?

voice comes

to his chest. With his other hand

his chin on

have surprises at this tender action

make the kind of pancakes Noah likes like

secret ingredient I used” I cry and hold on to

I’d break down if I

about it” he tries to calm me, but

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