Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

5. Shoot out

Nothing about the day spelled disaster. The sun was shining and everything seemed to be well in place as I drove down the familiar streets.

The chapel was fully packed when we arrived. Almost everyone had come to pay their last respects.

I surveyed the place and was satisfied to see everything was in place. None of the others had been much help when it came to the burial preparation. I was the one that was left to shoulder the weight of everything.

I didn’t complain though. I took it as a chance for me to reciprocate what he’d done for me. After all, he had fed me, clothed me and put a room over my head.

The service was about to begin and most people were already seated. I decided to sit on the opposite side. It didn’t feel right sitting with the rest. It especially didn’t feel right sitting next to Emma.

“Mom, why are we sitting here…shouldn’t we sit next to grandma?” Noah asks, pointing at where the others were.

Of course we were getting weird looks but I didn’t care. After all, it wasn’t a secret that I wasn’t wholly accepted by the family after everything that happened.

“Most people are already seated. I don’t want us to cause a fracas” I lie.

He looks like he doesn’t believe me but choses to let it go. The father arrives and the sermon begins just as I feel someone sit next to me.

I tense. I would know his presence and cologne anywhere. I don’t know what he was doing seated here. He should be with his precious Emma. In fact I would prefer if he were there.

Damn I sound bitter. Which I was. Bitter, angry and hurt.

“Dad” Noah whisper yells, which causes a few people to turn and look at us.

I glower at them making them turn back around.

between the two of you?” Noah whispers

sigh of relief. Thank goodness for small miracles. I

moving us, I’m able to switch seats with him. The moment we do, I feel the tension ease up

you have made a difference? Changed it and touched the lives of those that you met along the way? Or

I were to die today, who will attend my burial? Will those around me even care? Whom am I kidding? They wouldn’t. They would probably hold a celebratory feast. The only one who will be affected by my death will be Noah. Just him and no one

friends mostly because I hold myself back. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. I

pain is bigger than mine. Her

voice pulls me

service was over

deep voice always

him but I’ll have to because for

I stand up, without looking at him. I know it seems rude but I just can’t look at him. Not when the memory of him staring lovingly at

Noah, let’s

walk towards the door. Once we’re outside we’re bombarded by a crowd of people wanting to

yet and I was

your face” Emma’s bitter voice

and her eyes were red and puffy,

didn’t want

Emma. Can we just bury

then leans in so that I’m

stay. You also took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including the man that was meant to be mine” she then steps aside and leaves

departing back of my sister but doesn’t say anything. I’m left shocked at her words but not

because none of them were mine to begin with. The family she’s talking about

drown me, I lead Noah to the place that would be father’s final

little distance from mother, Emma and Travis. They’re huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that I was

says as

loudest as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis both have

he cries beside me. Seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes. I hate seeing him in pain. I wipe my tears away. I need to be

condolences. I accept them mindlessly. It was like I was there but wasn’t at the same time. By the time I come out of it, most

he drags me