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 had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear

throat, obviously stalling.

love mommy or not?” Noah asks again,

in defeat. “I love

placation

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 would be

when I gave birth to

I gave him my all but he gave me nothing

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

I was tired of crying. Tired of

told you it’s rude to

through the silent space. Interrupting my thoughts in the process. I square my shoulders and enter the

the kitchen counter. My now ex-husband, Rowan

grey eyes pins me to

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

give them a

and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to me

kiss his forehead before he steps away from me

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

though, I never

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

that he wasn’t planning on letting her go. That he

and stares at his watch. “You promised you wouldn’t

thought I could bring you the copy while I

thin line. Every time he looks at me like this, a piece of me

my soul. I continued loving him.

we got 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 the ghost of his past. The ghost of a

rub my chest. Trying to ease

hurts even though we’ve been

and I need to discuss something”

between us for a

fighting” he

is out of ear shot, Rowan bangs his fist on the counter in anger. His grey eyes are

to my damn office instead of interrupting my time with my son” the words leave his lips in