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.

had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his reply. Would he tell our son

clears his throat, obviously

mommy or not?” Noah asks again, his

him sigh in defeat. “I love her for giving

a placation

time. It still hurts. I feel my heart breaking

said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to Noah,

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

marriage. Him, me and the love of his life.

way. I was tired of crying. Tired of chasing

told you it’s rude to listen

Interrupting my thoughts

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

eyes pins me to

only good thing in my life. His good looks

I give them a small

half eaten sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my mid-section. “I’ve missed

forehead before he steps away from me and

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

truth though,

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

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

doing here?” he asks in annoyance and stares at his watch. “You promised you

thought I could bring you the

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

my heart and shattered my soul. I continued

would finally get love. The love I’ve been craving since I was a child. I was wrong. Marriage turned to be a

rub my chest. Trying to ease the pain that was encased

does no good. It still fucking hurts even though

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

between us for a minute

he commands

Rowan bangs his fist on the counter

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