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.

when dad got shot so she should be arriving soon. She

need to know that her name still affects him. The warmth he provided just a

what else is there to

to her in years. I doubt she would want to be in the same vicinity as me given how much she

cordial and give her space” mother adds, wiping the tears from her

you’re asking me

do that again especially now that your father

they keep throwing the past in my face. Haven’t I already paid enough

also your daughter or am I also

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

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

I never considered myself part of their family and they didn’t consider me

Sharp’s daughter?” a nurse appears scaring the shit

head after calming down my erratic beating

softly tells me, probably trying

give me a

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

no longer

I ask for the direction to the morgue. By the time I get there, the rest had

in the slab. He looks so at peace. Kind of like he does when he is asleep. You would think that he

father” I tell

look before leaving the cold room. I shake off the heaviness that settles over my heart knowing he wasn’t the only one I would be saying goodbye to. They would never love me.