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.

me. Never had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I

his throat,

love mommy or not?” Noah asks again,

hear him sigh in defeat. “I love her for

a placation not

I feel my heart breaking all over

when I gave birth to Noah, nor after in the years that

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

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

my eyes but I rub them way. I was tired of crying. Tired of chasing after a man that didn’t

anyone ever told you it’s rude to listen to other people’s

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

kitchen counter. My now

pins

good thing in my life. His good looks are definitely curtesy of his dad. He has

give them

from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my

I kiss his forehead before he steps away from

awkwardly. This used to be my home, but now I

though,

this house with HER in mind. This was

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trying to ease the pain that was encased

It still fucking hurts even

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

between us for a

fighting” he commands

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

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