Ex-Husband's Regret

A surprise
It’s been a month since the whole thing with Ethan happened. Am I okay? Definitely not. Does it

still hurt? Fuck yes. Have I moved on? Absolutely not.

Things haven’t been easy. Every day I find myself drowning further and further in a sea of pain and heartache. I thought I was doing okay when I decided to move on with Ethan. I realize now

that I was probably just lying to myself.

Ethan’s betrayal has drenched up all the other pains I tried burying. All the hurts I tried

forgetting. It was like I was now back to square one. Only thing is that I had a few more new scars

marring my heart and soul.

I go through the days in a fog. Just living numbly. Time and things pass me by because I wasn’t

really living. I am just surviving. Taking each day one at a time.

Everyone seems to have moved on, but I feel like I am just stuck. Stuck in a never ending cycle of

pain and heartbreak. My world right now is dark and cold and I feel all alone.

“Miss Sharp, are you okay?” Mark, one of my students asks me.

Fuck, I hate that name. It serves as a reminded that the people who gave it to me broke me. I

wanted to change it, but I didn’t know which name to take. I didn’t want to take the Howell’s name

given I don’t know that much about them. There is also the fact that I haven’t spoken to them

since that day at my house.

“Yes, I am…focus on the classwork” I reply to him before looking down at the books on my desk.

I loved teaching, but nowadays it has become like a chore. Every day I come to work, I can’t help

but wish the hours would fly by quickly so that I can go home. I wanted solitude but I wasn’t

getting enough of that with Letty and Rowan checking up on me every damn time.

My students have noticed something is wrong. Classes aren’t as fun as they used to be. I wasn’t as

cheery as I was before. I was like a robot. Lifeless. Because of this some of my students have

started skipping class. I just don’t know how to bring back the old Ava.

‘Instead of trying to bring the old you, why don’t you try to create a new version?‘ an internal voice

asks.

Was that even possible? Creating a new version. A version of me that is different from the child,

teen then woman who has been broken too many times to count.

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too deeply about it, the bell rings Taking

class without saying

I rush to the teacher’s lounge. I just want to breathe a little before I have to go to my

to anyone

and freeze up. I was expecting it to

damn packed. I release a groan as I walk to

Nora’s name flashes. I’ve ignored

handle them. Especially given their relationship with Ethan

accept button instead

Ava?” she calls

don’t say anything. Just release the breath

shut me out. Don’t shut me and your father

at

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My mouth

fucking word.

my daughter, Ava and I want to be in your life. I want to be the mother I was

lost one child, please don’t makeme lose another. Losing you again just after finding you would kill me” she

breaks my heart.

fill my eyes. Damn it. I’ve been so emotional these past few

time” I tell her slowly. Trying to push back my

breath. “I’ll give you time if that’s what you need, but

you in my heart even when I thought you had died. I

and know that I’ll always be here for you if you need me”

I don’t know if I

I reply before hanging

what she’s saying, but I just don’t know. What if

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of. Of being used. Of being a second choice just

Rowan.

that towards them. I was just trying to

pieces of my heart.

Carol says walking

groan under

had a way

to stick her

in shock. “With the way you’ve been eating

think you’re preggo” she finishes

was joking, but I freeze in my seat. Her words ring

fear through every fiber of

Ava? You have to know

right?”

body. Rushing out of the lounge, I blindly ran through the hallway till I am out of the school. I

of the parking lot.

couldn’t be happening. Please don’t

do the math, but my mind is so jumbled that I cannot think

fast, not caring that I will probably be pulled for over speeding. I needed to

Carol was wrong.

and rush out. Unluckily for me, I bump