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.

Knowing this, I still wanted to hear his reply. Would he tell our son the truth or

clears his throat, obviously

or not?” Noah asks again,

defeat. “I love her for giving me you”

a placation not

this time. It still hurts. I feel my heart breaking

when I gave

duration of our marriage. I gave him my all but he gave

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

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

told you it’s rude to

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

kitchen counter. My now ex-husband,

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

eaten sandwich down and jumps down from the counter. He rushes to me and hugs my

too, my love” I kiss his forehead before he steps away

but now I feel out

truth though, I never

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

planning on letting her

here?” he asks in annoyance and stares at his watch. “You promised you wouldn’t interrupt

got the divorce degree today and I thought I could bring you the copy

a thin line. Every time he looks at me like this, a piece of me breaks. I’ve loved

my soul. I continued loving him.

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 girl I could never measure

ease the pain that was encased

fucking hurts even

to discuss something” Rowan says through clenched teeth, the word

for a minute

he commands

bangs his fist on the counter

office instead of interrupting my time with my son” the words leave his lips in