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.

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

his throat, obviously stalling.

mommy or not?”

him sigh in defeat. “I love her for giving me

a placation not an

the rush of pain that fills me. After all this time. It still hurts. I feel my heart breaking all over again.

got married or when I gave birth to

the entire duration of our marriage. I gave him my all but he gave

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

way. I was tired of crying. Tired of chasing after a

ever told you it’s rude to listen

Interrupting my thoughts

the kitchen counter. My

pins

life. His

I give them a

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

forehead before he steps away from me and goes back

be my home, but now I

though, I never

or unknowingly, he built this house with HER in mind. This was HER dream house, everything down to the

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

annoyance and stares at his watch. “You promised you wouldn’t interrupt my time with

thought I could bring you the copy while I pick up

he looks at me like this, a piece of

soul. I continued loving him. Holding on. Thinking things will change, but they never

a nightmare. I was always fighting with the

to ease the pain that was

no good. It still fucking hurts even though we’ve been separated for

something” Rowan

us for

fighting” he commands

out of ear shot, Rowan bangs his fist on the counter

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 he looks about ready to blow