Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

3. Emma’s back

I sat on the cold hospital chair breathing in then out. Mother was still sobbing and she couldn’t be consoled. My heart broke for her. I understand it isn’t easy losing the man you love in such an unexpected way.

It was still a shock. I expected him to make a full recovery but now he was dead and I had no idea how to feel.

We never saw eye to eye and even though he hated me. I loved him. He was after all my father so how could I not love him?

“You okay?” Rowan asks sitting down beside me.

He arrived about an hour ago and this is the first time he talked to me since he came. I didn’t know what to do with the concern he was showing. After all he has never taken my feelings into consideration before.

“Yeah” I manage to say.

I haven’t shed a tear since we were given the news. Maybe it was belated shock or maybe I ran out of tears for him. Right now I was doing all I could to stay afloat since everyone else was breaking down.

I see feet in my peripheral vision and when I look up I find Travis staring at me. Just like always there isn’t a flicker of warmth in his eyes when he looks at me. I know what I did was a wrong but I haven’t I paid enough for that night?

“What?” I ask him.

she should be arriving soon. She still doesn’t know that dad

only indication I need to know that her name still affects him. The warmth he provided just a few minutes

because what else is there

she would want to be in the same vicinity as me given how much she hates

to be cordial and give her space” mother adds, wiping

what you’re asking me is nearly

let you do that again especially now that

paid enough for the actions I

your daughter or am I also dead

don’t give her the chance to answer. I stand up and leave. I

but I refuse to let them fall. What am I even doing here? Why did she bother calling me if she feels like she

back. After all, I never considered myself part of their family and they didn’t consider me as one of their own too. I should just leave and forget about them just like they seem to

you James Sharp’s daughter?” a nurse

calming down

softly tells me, probably trying

just give me

to make my decision. Despite his neglect, he still provided for me so I owe him. With

perfect little family. They would no longer have to put up with me like they have

ask for the direction to the morgue. By the

does when he is asleep. You would think that he is just resting. Instead he was dead. His

I

that settles over my heart knowing he wasn’t the only one