Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0308

These past few weeks have been hectic, and I’m not talking about the time I spent in prison. Am I okay? Definitely not. I’m so far from okay that nothing in my life makes any sense right now.

I won’t hide the fact that I’m lost. I had this plan. This goal and a dream to one day be with Rowan. I focused on that dream for so long that it became the very air that I breathed. Everything I did, I’ve done was propelled by dreams of having Rowan back one day.

I mean, damn, I even became a lawyer because of him. I knew that one day he was going to ask Ava for a divorce, and I’d be there to support him. I truly believed that Ava would fight it, would refuse to let go, and I would be there to fight her because I’ve never lost a case. I’m the best divorce lawyer there is.

All of that crumbled, though. The moment Rowan sent me to prison, my fairytale dreams and illusions were destroyed. Now here, I am feeling like the rug has been pulled from right under me. I have no direction or purpose, all because I made a man my priority.

Don’t get me wrong, I have accepted that Rowan doesn’t belong to me anymore, but that doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t hurt, because it does. It hurts like a motherfucking bitch.

I get off my bed and slowly head towards my dressing table. I felt like a zombie, to be honest. I sit down and

look pale, I have dark purple eye bags, my lips are chapped, and my blue eyes are dull. I pull my gaze away from the mirror

I stand back up once again and move to the window, staring outside, hoping to find some peace and comfort.

yet I refused to accept what was staring at me right in the freaking face. Rowan loved Ava. I was delusional, thinking that he still loved me and that he still wanted me. I mean, come the fuck on, there is no

Rowan would be the one to divorce Ava, but we were all shocked when it

more I thought about it, the more the pieces started falling into place. Rowan isn’t the kind of person to be forced into doing anything. He didn’t have to marry Ava years ago. I mean, hell, he could have just agreed to

nine freaking years, yet he did. No one forced him. No one pressured him. It was his decision to stay because some part of him knew he couldn’t

a tired sigh at the sound