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.

Emma when dad got shot so she should be arriving soon. She still doesn’t know that dad didn’t make

name still affects him. The warmth he provided just a few minutes ago turns cold

mumble because what else

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

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

you know what you’re

nine years ago with your betrayal. I won’t let you do that again especially now that your father is

Haven’t I already paid enough for the actions I

case you’ve forgotten I’m also your daughter

to answer. I stand up and leave. I needed fresh air. I needed

to let them fall. What am I even doing here? Why did

myself part of their family and they didn’t consider me as one of their own too. I should just leave and

James Sharp’s daughter?” a nurse appears

head after calming down

tells me, probably trying to be mindful of

just give

I owe him. With that, I make a decision. I would give him a proper burial, then after

be the perfect little family. They would no longer

to the morgue. By the time I get there, the rest

Kind of like he does when he is asleep. You would think that he is just resting. Instead he was dead. His soul long departed

I

leaving the cold room. I shake off the heaviness that settles over my heart knowing he wasn’t the only one I would