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

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remain with her though and considering the damage I caused, I can’t help but

she’ll ever forgive me.

I want her in my life. I want to build a life with her. I crave that more than anything, but if she

I’ve caused over

and tactics I could use to get her to take me

to happen. I try to assure myself,

crazy.

don’t fucking care. Not when I feel like my fucking heart was being squeezed by a

down. It was better

don’t know for how long I stood pacing through the room when my door opened. I turn to find Gabe. He looked like hell froze over. He was breathing heavily, his eyes looked bloodshot and

anguish in them.

tracks. Fuck. My brother is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share that trait as twins. If he looks anything other

ask as my

it our parent’s?

he starts but doesn’t finish his sentence. His voice

Tell me what’s wrong. Is it mom or

before his eyes focus on

Ava” he

ask him what’s wrong with Ava when an

in the direction of

focus on me” My brother begs me, but I don’t pay

know what the hell the reporters have to say

BREAKING NEWS.

in big, bold

of the Sharp family and founder of The Hope Foundation was today gunned down by unknown people. We are yet to know the state she’s in, but the

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have prepared me to

multiple times

she was walking out of an

her face. Whoever took the

the drove past her, a masked

the gun, before shooting several times. They sped past her,

pool of blood

video ends, and the

would shoot a pregnant woman, but stay

find out.”

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