Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0326

“What’s got you drinking in the club alone instead of being at home with Ava?” Gabe asks as he takes a seat next to me.

I was in a terrible mood, and the last thing I wanted was any form of company. That includes my brother’s. Ignoring him, I take another gulp of my whisky.

I was in the VIP section of one of our many clubs. The music was booming, people were dancing and having fun, and alcohol was flowing, but none of that did anything for me.

Tonight, I just wanted to forget. To forget the image of Ava’s heartbreak. I know it’s wishful thinking given that both of those images are burned in my mind, but I can fucking try.

Things at home have been tense. The atmosphere that was welcoming isn’t there any more. I want things to go back to how they fucking were, but I don’t know how to do that. I don’t fucking know how to fix things.

I can’t take back those words. I can’t fucking reverse them. I can’t unwind time and fix my mistakes. If I could, I’d already have done it because I love her so fucking much, and it kills me to know that I all but destroyed her.

It shatters me to know that I am the one who destroyed everything we could have had.

“Rowan?” His hand lands on my shoulder, but I shrug it off.

“What!” I was sad, heartbroken, and pissed. None of those emotions were ever good together.

“Well, you’re in a foul mood,” Gabe states, giving me a side–eye look.

“That should’ve been fucking obvious when you found me drinking alone.”

lounge and cradle my drink, he pours himself

I haven’t seen him in a while,” I ask after some time.

day he came, begging me to release his sister. We’ve been friends since we were both in diapers, but I don’t see us ever being

really busy with Emma. She fell into a state of depression, so he’s trying to deal with that,” he replies with

her to prison

never get back together. He thinks, though, that what pushed her over the edge was when Calvin refused to forgive her and accept her back into his

of us were finally getting our karma, because how else would you call it?

we know now back then, We held on to each other, not realizing that maybe, just maybe, Ava and Calvin were the people we were

wrong?” Gabe asks again

of the alcohol. When I lost Emma, I started to drink. To put it plainly, I became a fucking drunkard. After Noah was born, I swore never to get drunk again. Here I was, though, trying to reach oblivion. Trying to take the edge of

amber liquid debating before finally throwing back the contents and

I say her name.

chance without pushing for the

right back at him. “Why do you have to assume

that I’m the one in the wrong, but damn it, why

he answers, “Because when it comes to Ava, you always manage to

I clamped my mouth and shut the fuck up. He was right, wasn’t he? I couldn’t argue with him because he wasn’t wrong. Up until

you know I’m fucking right, why don’t you tell me

was great and she loved

guessing you messed up after the date then?”

of something I said before her accident. Somehow jerking off in the shower triggered her memory, and now she