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.

Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his reply. Would he tell our son the truth or lie

clears his throat,

do you love mommy or not?” Noah asks

hear him sigh in defeat. “I love her for

a placation not an

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 a small part of me had hoped that

to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to Noah,

duration of our marriage. I gave him my

us in our marriage. Him, me and the love of his

way. I was tired

you it’s rude to listen to

my thoughts in the

stands near the kitchen counter. My

pins

my son. My pride and joy. The only good thing in my life. His good looks are definitely curtesy of his dad. He

I give them a

from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my

he steps away from me and goes back to his

used to be my home, but now I feel out of place

though,

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

the first indication that he wasn’t planning on letting her go. That he wouldn’t reciprocate my

in annoyance and stares at

degree today and I thought I could bring you

a thin line. Every time he looks at me like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve

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

was a child. I was wrong. Marriage turned to be a nightmare. I was always fighting with the ghost of his past. The ghost of

Trying to ease

does no good. It still fucking hurts even though

mother and I need to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched teeth, the

between us for a minute

fighting” he commands

on the counter in anger. His grey eyes are icy as he

have sent them to my damn office instead of interrupting my time with my son” the words leave his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted and