Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 112

Anxious heart
Rowan

“Sir? Is there anything you need me to get for you from the restaurant?” My secretary asks, but I continue

staring outside my office window.

The view was really great. It was one of the reasons why I chose it, but today it didn’t offer me the

tranquility it usually does.

“No. Not today,” I answer without looking at her.

“Okay then, I’ll be back in thirty minutes”

I don’t answer her and after a few seconds I hear the door closing. I sigh in frustration. For some reason

the feeling of foreboding clung to me. It surrounded me in waves. Today more so than the previous days.

I don’t know what it is, but my heart is anxious. I can’t settle nor can I fucking focus. It’s like my soul is

trying to tell me something, but I can’t figure out what.

Trying to distract myself, I think about Ava and our talk. I get her. Damn do I get her hesitation. I’ve spent

more than ten years drilling into her that Emma was the only woman I’ll ever love.

I did everything in my power to show her just how little I cared for her. I’ve spent nine years punishing her

for something that was beyond her control. I drilled into her head that I hated her with every fiber of my

being.

How then could I turn around and claim to love her?

It’s frustrating as hell, but I understand her. I understand her reluctance to believe me. If the roles had

been switched I wouldn’t have believed it so easily.

Apart from all that, I also have to consider the pain I’ve caused her. Nine years of pain and mistreatment isn’t something you get over within a day or week. Hell. It will probably take years to heal the wounds i

inflicted. 2

with her though and considering the damage I caused, I

she’ll ever forgive me.

more than anything, but if she doesn’t take me back, then let it

I’ve caused over the

on her beautiful face and tactics I could use to get her

Never had this unshakable feeling like something bad was going to happen. I try to assure myself, but it doesn’t work.

crazy.

it up, but I don’t fucking care. Not when I feel like my fucking heart was being squeezed

was better than listening to my own since it was distorted, jumbled and

find

anguish in them.

in my tracks. Fuck. My brother is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share that trait as twins.

as my heart

it our parent’s?

but doesn’t finish his sentence. His

Tell me what’s wrong. Is it mom or

see him swallow, before his

Ava” he finally

wrong with Ava when an

the direction of

me” My brother begs me, but I

hell the reporters have to say about

BREAKING NEWS.

written in big, bold

was today gunned down by unknown people. We are yet to know the state she’s in, but the gunman opened fire to what seems to be

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my knees weaken, but nothing could have prepared me to watching the woman

multiple times

she was walking out of an

face. Whoever took the video captured a black SUV with tinted windows

her, a masked person, rolled the

gun, before shooting several times. They sped past her, leaving Ava to crumble on the ground in

pool of blood

and the

to establish why these gangsters would shoot a pregnant

find out.”

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