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.

sit down and just stare at myself. The woman staring back

eyes are dull. I pull my gaze away from the mirror and stare at my folded hands on my thighs, unable to look at myself anymore.

and move to the window, staring outside, hoping to find some peace and comfort.

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 way you could stay with someone for nine

year or so after Noah was born, yet he didn’t. Why is that? We all thought Rowan would be the

Rowan isn’t the kind of person to be forced into doing anything. He didn’t have to marry

to stay with her for nine freaking years, yet he did. No one forced him. No one pressured him. It was his decision to stay because some part of

I release a tired sigh at the sound of my mother’s