Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Calvin.

"What the fuck are you doing at my house, Emma" I say through gritted teeth.

Gunner and I were busy repainting his room, before the doorbell rang. The last thing I wanted was for him to hear me shouting and come down only to see this bitch.

I glare at her as I feel my anger rise within me. My fists are clenched, and my jaw is clamped tightly in an effort to stop me from blowing up.

"I-I" she doesn't finish the sentence, and it just pisses me off even more.

Fuck this! I get out of the house and close the door behind me. I needed to get rid of her.

"I asked you a fucking question, Emma!" I snap, gripping the door handle like a vise, just to center myself.

After all the shit she's put me and Gunner through, she now has the audacity to show up on my doorstep?

The pain and heartache of over almost a decade. Did she really think that I would easily forget it? That I'd put it behind me and pretend like she didn't reap my heart out over and over again. Pretend that she didn't put my soul through a fucking mincer and shredded me to pieces?

It fucking hurts. It still fucking hurts even now. The pain is constantly there. The scars aren't fucking healed and I doubt they'll ever will.

"Please, I just want to see him. I want to see Gunner?" she pleads, tears filling her eyes, but seeing them does nothing.

doesn't try to hide her

the one that was insistent on not having anything to

her face twists

"He's my son"

but an egg donor. It's unfortunate that Gunner had to have you as a mother to be honest. If you want to see the true meaning of being a mom, then look at Ava. She's a fucking mother, and you're nothing but an immature spoiled brat that thinks people

eyes and she

mother you'll ever be. With all your beauty and brains, what did it get you? Always feeling like you're better than her, but in real sense you aren't even fucking close. You were a nasty

Always hated being compared to her, so I knew this would destroy her. Call me

self-loathing. She isn't wholly to blame. I take some of the

wanted her. I loved her.

one day she'd come to love me. That she'd see just how good we

cared about nobody but herself and that

eyes opened

her. Loathed her with everything that I am. At Right though. When my son is asleep and I'm lying alone in my

I gave her the

pulls me back to

lost weight and some color. She is nothing like the woman I remembered.

you've held on to for so long doesn't want you? You have to be fucking insane

to make amends, please

It's too late for your fucking