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

his throat, obviously

mommy or not?”

defeat. “I love

a placation

my heart breaking all

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

our marriage. I gave him my

in our marriage. Him, me and the love of

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

rude to

cuts through the silent space. Interrupting my thoughts in the process.

the kitchen counter.

mocking 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 brown

give them a small

places his half eaten sandwich down and jumps down from

his forehead before he steps away from me and goes back to his

now I feel out of place in

though,

this house with HER in mind. This

wasn’t planning on letting her

at his watch. “You promised you wouldn’t

divorce degree today and I thought I could bring you the copy while I pick up

like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since I can remember but that doesn’t mean

soul. I continued loving him. Holding on. Thinking things will change, but they

wrong. Marriage turned to be a nightmare. I was always fighting with the ghost of his past. The ghost of a girl I could never measure up to

to ease the pain that was encased

hurts even though we’ve

mother and I need to discuss something” Rowan says through

between us for a minute

he commands before

on the counter in anger. His grey

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