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.

he doesn’t love me. Never had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his reply. Would he tell our son the truth or lie

clears his throat, obviously stalling.

love mommy or not?” Noah asks

him sigh in defeat. “I love

placation

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 his answer

never said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to Noah, nor after in the years

I gave him my all but

instead of two, there were three of us in our marriage. Him, me and the love of his life. The woman he’s

rub them way. I was tired of crying.

rude

Interrupting my thoughts in the

he stands near the kitchen counter. My now ex-husband,

grey eyes pins me

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

them a

places his half eaten sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my

kiss his forehead before he steps away

my home, but now I feel out of place in it. Like

truth though,

HER in mind. This was HER dream house, everything down to the color

on letting her go. That he wouldn’t

you doing here?” he asks in annoyance and stares at

the divorce degree today and I thought I could bring you the copy

thin line. Every time he looks at me like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since I can remember but that

he has broken my heart and shattered my soul. I

married I thought I would finally get love. The love I’ve been craving since I was a child. I was wrong. Marriage turned to be a nightmare. I was always fighting with

rub my chest. Trying to ease the

does no good. It still fucking hurts

to your room? Your mother and I need to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched teeth, the word mother slipping out of his mouth in

looks between us for a

he

bangs his fist on the counter

of interrupting my time with my son” the words leave his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted and