Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Divorce decree

I get out of my car and slowly walk towards the mansion. My hands were trembling and my body was sweaty.

I still couldn’t believe that it was done. That I was finally divorced from him. The proof of that was currently in my handbag. I was here to bring the final papers to him and to pick Noah up.

Entering the house, I follow the sounds of hushed voices but stop in my tracks when I near the kitchen.

Right now I could hear them clearly and what I heard encased my soul in ice.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t live with me and mommy?” Noah asks his father.

My shaking hands go to my chest. My heart breaking at the sadness in his voice. I would do anything for him, but this divorce was inevitable.

Our marriage had been a mistake. Everything about us was a mistake. It just took me a while to see the truth.

“You know why Noah, you mother and I are no longer together” His voice is soft as he replies.

It’s weird really. That during the duration of our marriage he has never once spoken to me softly. It was always cold. Always flat and devoid of any emotion

“But why?”

“These things just happen” he mumbles.

I can imagine his face frowning. As he tries to make Noah understand so that he doesn’t ask any more questions. But Noah is my son. Curiosity and inquisition is in his blood.

“Don’t you love her?”

My breath gets caught at the simple heartfelt question. I take a step back and lean against the wall. Heart racing, I wait in anticipation for his answer.

I knew his answer. I’ve always known what it is. Everyone with the exception of Noah probably knows that damn answer.

is he doesn’t love me. Never had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear

his throat,

do you love mommy or not?” Noah asks again,

in defeat. “I love her for giving me you”

placation not

my eyes against the rush of pain that fills me. After all this time. It still hurts. I feel my heart breaking all over again. I don’t know why

when we got married or when I gave

himself back through the entire duration of our marriage. I gave him my all but he gave me nothing in return except pain and

were married but instead of two, there were three of us in our marriage. Him, me and the love of his life.

rub them way. I was tired of

anyone ever told you it’s rude to listen to

space. Interrupting my thoughts in the

kitchen counter. My now ex-husband,

pins me to

eyes shift to my son. My pride and joy. The only good thing in my life. His good looks are definitely curtesy of his dad. He has my brown hair and his penetrating grey

give them a

half eaten sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He

his forehead before he steps away from me and

awkwardly. This used to be my home, but now I feel out of place in it. Like

though,

built this house with HER in mind. This was HER dream house, everything

he wasn’t planning on letting her go. That

are you doing here?” he asks in annoyance and stares at his watch. “You promised you wouldn’t interrupt my

and I thought I could bring you the copy while I pick up

at me like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since I can remember

he has broken my heart and shattered my soul. I continued loving him. Holding on. Thinking things will change, but they

I was wrong. Marriage turned to be a nightmare.

ease the pain that

still fucking hurts even

up to your room? Your mother and I need to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched

us for a

fighting” he commands

bangs his fist on the counter in anger. His grey eyes are

words leave his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted and he looks about ready to blow up on