Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 0525

"Come on, Emma, open those big blue eyes." I beg for mine and Gunner's sake. "Don't you want me to forgive you? Then wake up."

She doesn't. Her eyes remain close. She is almost white as a sheet, and her blonde hair is spread behind her. If it weren't for the blood that covered it, she would have looked like a doll.

Waiting there with her was excruciating. I keep feeling her pulse just to make sure she's still with us. By now, more people had joined us, but that didn't matter. They didn't matter. Not when Ermma looked like a fucking corpse. Her chest was barely rising and falling.

"Fuck this." I get up ready to pull my car from the garage and take her to the hospital because it seemed like the ambulance was taking its sweet time.

Just as I was about to turn around, I heard the sirens. My heart sags in relief as I turn to see them approaching. The others clear out the way for them to reach us. Two paramedics rush down with a stretcher towards us.

"I'm Tasha, and this is Eric. What happened?" the female paramedic asks after introducing themselves right before they kneel down.

"I didn't mean to," the man that was pacing earlier says. "I didn't see her crossing the road?* And how come you didn't see her crossing the road, especially when your eyes should have been on the fucking road? I wanted to ask, but I held it off. He didn't matter.

All through as the paramedics worked on Emma, Gunner held her hand, his tears falling silently down his face. Once they were done, they gently put her on the stretcher.

riding with her?"

"We are"

"And you are?"

family... this is our son," I reply. I didn't expect them to stop us,

"Get in,"

a tight grip watching them work on her. I may no longer want her, but Emma will always have a special place in my heart. After

starts the ambulance, and we drive off, rushing to take her to the hospital. All the while, all I can think about is how I refused to forgive her. What if I never get the chance to? shake my

brain doesn't register who it is. I'm too lost in my fear and worry about Emma for anything else

shakes me, 'she's asking

realize that it was Erma's

to her. Watching as she struggled to keep her

Gunner whispers, kissing her

feels good hearing you calling me Mom... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I acted. No one knows, but I

to talk. She's weak and every breath she's taking

you; I wanted to kiss your chubby cheeks, b-but I was afraid. Afraid you'll leave me. I never told anyone, even your dad, but I always loved you. I had loved someone before and they left me. I was