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.

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

his throat,

you love mommy or not?” Noah asks again, his voice

sigh in defeat. “I love

placation not an

It still hurts. I feel my heart breaking all over again. I don’t know why a small part of

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

him my

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

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

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

through the silent space. Interrupting my thoughts

he stands near the kitchen counter. My now

eyes pins me to

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

I give them a

sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my mid-section.

he steps away from

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

though, I

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

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

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

today and I thought I could bring you the copy

like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved him since I can

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

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

rub my chest. Trying to ease

fucking hurts even though we’ve been separated for

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

for a minute before

he commands before

Rowan bangs his fist on the counter in anger.

leave his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted and he