Ex-Husband's Regret

The fight
I slowly turn in the direction of the sound to find Rowan seated next to me It’s like I’d wished him into existence. That wasn’t all. For the first time since I’ve known him, Rowan wasn’t wearing a suit. He had a black V–neck t–shirt and blue jeans.

“What are you doing here?” I stammer, still not believing he was here.

“Noah mentioned you’d be here, so here I am” he shrugs his shoulder casually as if what he just said wasn’t insane.

Unable to withstand his presence anymore, I stand up and walk away without saying another word. I hear him calling my name, but I ignore him.

I go to the bathroom and try to calm myself. Why now? Why couldn’t he have been like this years ago? Just when I’ve decided to move on, he gets a change in character? It doesn’t work like that.

Splashing water on my face, I harden my heart. It doesn’t matter why he all of a sudden wants to be part of my life. He and I are done. We were done before we even began.

After I feel more anchored, I step outside only to bump into someone. The scent of the cologne immediately alerts me to who the person I bumped into is.

I rip myself away from his body as if he’d scorched me. With my hormones all over the place, I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“Ava” he calls, his voice husky and deep.

“What do you want, Rowan? What game are you trying to play?”

I still don’t understand him and parts of me doesn’t want to. All I know is that he caused me pain. I

don’t want to experience th

ain.

“I’m not playing any game. I just want to talk. There’s something important I have to tell you” he

says hesitantly.

I become curious. Rowan is a lot of things except hesitant and unsure. I’ve known him all my life

and he has never been this hesitant. He usually gets straight to the point. Whether you like what

he has to say or not, that was none of his business.

I study him closely. His grey stare at mine in a way I’ve never seen him staring at me. There was

something about him. Something had changed in him. I just couldn’t tell what it is.

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Apart from that, he looked almost fearful. Like he didn’t know how to tell me what he wanted to

say and also he afraid of my reaction to it

I get more curios when I notice how he keeps shifting from one foot to another He was nervous.

His nervousness was another thing out of character.

“What is it?” I fold my hands on top of my belly and tap mu foot impatiently against the floor.

Before he can say anything, Calvin joins us.

“Ava, is he disturbing you?” he asks standing near me in a protective stance while glaring at

Rowan.

what’s mine? First it was Emma when

Stay the fuck away from

feel pissed at what he said. He had no right to talk to Calvin

was. Never have been.

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Ava as if she’s a piece of meat you

all but snarls.

were fisted at

side. His

clenched and he looked ready to

him to

of them unable to believe that they were behaving like

Rowan with nothing but hatred, Rowan

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was something odd about Calvin’s look. Sure, he

then, but so did hundreds of other boys. The fact that she only had

warranty the hate eyes. Besides, it was years ago. So why the hell

and me”

behind them.

pushes Rowan back. He doesn’t even stumble, but

more that he

please don’t do

too far gone

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some

small crowd was already forming Given Rowan was

the phones

touch me Rowan says. They were

a bit taller than Calvin,

you. Enough of you controlling

all the trouble”

just said.

would associate with Calvin.

that? Even after all these years you’re still trying to prove that

me. Emma didn’t fucking love you then

now because her

the push Calvin needed because he swings

recover before he’s retaliating. Soon, they’re

wishing I could be anywhere but

I almost get hit in the process. The security

go and pick the boys. I find them in

and completely

home” I tell them as gently as

dad and Calvin were fighting. Why were they

Even if they don’t like each other shouldn’t

us?” Gunner adds looking as disappointed in his

“Sometimes adults fight

my anger and frustration.

differences” I tell