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.

truth is he doesn’t love me. Never had and never will. That was as clear as day. Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his reply.

his throat, obviously stalling.

not?” Noah asks again, his

sigh in defeat. “I love her for giving me

a placation not an

of pain that fills me. After all this time. It still hurts. I feel my heart breaking all over again. I don’t know

three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth

him my

marriage. Him, me and the love of his life. The woman he’s refused to

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

told you it’s rude to listen to other

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

he stands near the kitchen counter. My now ex-husband,

mocking grey eyes pins me to

life. His good

give them a small

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

but now I feel out of place in

though, I

HER in mind. This was HER dream house, everything

planning on letting her go. That he wouldn’t reciprocate

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

degree today and I thought I

lips form a thin line. Every time he looks at me like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since I can remember but that doesn’t mean a damn

has broken my heart and shattered my soul. I continued loving him. Holding on. Thinking things will

would finally get love. The love I’ve been craving since I was a child. I was wrong. Marriage turned to be a

chest. Trying to ease the pain

fucking hurts even though we’ve been

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

between us for a minute before

he commands

on the counter in anger. His

them to my damn office instead of interrupting my time with my son” the words leave