Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

I wake up and find myself alone in bed. I heave a sigh. I just knew that it was all a dream. There was just no way Rowan would have slept with me on my bed. I don’t remember everything after I fell asleep at the hospital. I was pumped so full of drugs that I actually started to imagine things

that weren’t real.

I get out of bed slowly, but I have to sit down when the room begins to spin. After a few minutes, I

walk as carefully as I can to the bathroom and take a shower. I just wanted the overall smell of the

hospital washed from my skin.

I had so much to do that I didn’t know where to start. I had no phone and neither did I have a car. The police told me that my phone got smashed when I hit the ground. I had a few weeks of leave

from school but I needed to figure out my car situation before I got back to work.

By the time I’m done with dressing, my head was killing me.

‘F***! I needed my pain meds.‘ I think to myself

I walk down stairs wondering how I was going to survive for the next couple of days. I was still

weak and I could barely lift a finger without all my energy being drained.

Getting down stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself something simple for

breakfast. At this point I just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe wake up after a century.

Deciding it’s better for me to sit somewhere comfortable, I ditch the kitchen island and head to

the living room instead.

Who knew head injuries took a lot out of you?

I eat my food which tasted like cardboard and take my meds. I was just about to lay down on the couch and take a nap when my doorbell rang.

I groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to stand up and walk to the door to open for whoever it is that’s

on the other side. My legs felt like jelly and I was in no mood for visitors. I just wanted my damn.

sleep.

I consider ignoring it when the bell rings again. Would it be considered rude if I did that? I mean they could just assume that I was asleep and leave, right? That was hopeful thinking on my part because the next second, the bell rings again.

1 curse a string and stand up to walk towards the door. I open it and I come face to face with a woman I’ve never seen standin on my porch. She was shockingly beautiful. Black hair, big green eyes, heart shaped face and full lips.

“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

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I was sure any minute now my legs would give out and I would collapse on the floor.

The woman gives me a small smile, tears filling her eyes before she does the strangest thing. She

to me and hugs me. I stiffen, not sure what the hell was

was afraid you would still be asleep” she says stepping

but who are

slaps her forehead. “Shit, I’m sorry..I should have probably started with

bad”

myself smiling. She was

get in?”

I’m not sure inviting you

a bit before speaking. “I know you are skeptical especially after what happened to you. but I promise I’m not a serial killer

but for some reason I couldn’t. I don’t know why but I trusted her and I just got this urge deep inside

like a chicken and I’ll dance

like you already” she responds with a smile. “Do you need any help?” she asks when

me struggling.

glare at her but I find myself

raises her hand in

seat. I sigh in happiness when I plop down on

weak.

are you here?” I was

Scarlet but you can call

never listen to my

we are done here…please

nothing to do with anyone from my so called family. They were bound to be just like them and I

just hear me out” she pleads and

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what it is about her but I’m at ease around

not

know what Travis did isn’t good. I may love

to you. No matter what you did, you didn’t deserve to be treated the

have treated you.

you but I was afraid

what happened to you and I just had to come. I know you don’t know me or

that you will give me a chance to change

get my feet on

he know you are

life but he does know that I am

other”

Travis isn’t a bad guy,

me down, hating on

to shut her down but a small part is against that

It was time I expanded my circle.

people out.

a chance on one condition”

was the drugs or maybe something else but I decide to take a leap of

worst that

last words‘ a voice

“What’s your condition?”

to me. I don’t want anything to do with him

the battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether

friendship with me without involving the