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.

as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his

throat,

mommy or not?”

him sigh in defeat. “I love

a placation not

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

me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to Noah,

marriage. I gave him my all but he gave me nothing in

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

was tired of

ever told you it’s rude to listen to

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

kitchen counter. My now

pins me to

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

them

Noah places his half eaten sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my

before he steps away from me and goes back to his

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

though, I

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

on letting

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

and I thought I could bring you the copy

this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve

and over, he has broken my heart and shattered my soul. I continued loving

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

my chest. Trying to ease the pain that

hurts even though we’ve been separated

to your room? Your mother and I need to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched teeth, the word mother slipping out

us for

fighting” he commands

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

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