Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 59

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

saying a single word to my

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

to anyone

teacher lounge and freeze up. I was expecting it

I release a groan as I walk to the

as I sit down. Nora’s name flashes. I’ve ignored their

their relationship with Ethan I go to hang up,

accept button instead

Ava?” she

release

my dear, please don’t shut me out. Don’t shut me and your father

catching at the

I wanted to.

fucking word.

daughter, Ava and I want to be in your life.

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

breaks my heart.

fill my eyes. Damn it. I’ve been

tell her slowly. Trying to

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

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

here for you if you

so good to be wanted, but I don’t know if I can

reply before hanging

I just don’t know. What if she’s just looking for someone

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That’s what I’m afraid of. Of being used.

Rowan.

cold or anything like that towards them. I was

pieces of my heart.

Carol says walking

I groan under my

was a junior highschool teacher and she had a way

she likes to stick her nose in

that food” she looks at me in shock. “With the way you’ve been

preggo”

freeze in my seat. Her

fear through every fiber

you okay, Ava? You have to know that

right?”

the lounge, I blindly ran through the

of the parking lot.

Please don’t let it be happening.

back. Try to do the math, but

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

Carol was wrong.

car and rush

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