Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0340

I try to pull my eyes away from hers, but it’s difficult. Her pain is gripping, and I’m the one it has a hold on.

She’s in a corner all by herself. Mother was busy socializing, and so was Trevor. Her posture and look weren’t really inviting at all. She looked like she could shrink in on herself at any moment, but what disturbed me most was the anguish in her eyes. I understood pain; after all, haven’t I been through it already? Countless times, in fact.

Now I understand where her pain is coming from. I understand the cause of her depressed and sad state. It’s Gunner. Her son.

“What are you looking at, Ava?” Letty’s voice sounds far away.

It’s like I was hypnotized. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t see anything except her.

Calvin shakes me, and with great difficulty, I turn to him. He looks at me questioningly. I didn’t understand it, but for some weird reason, I wanted to comfort Emma.

“Why are you staring at Emma like a deer caught in headlights?” Corrine asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

were no longer on me. Instead, they were firmly fixed on the

pain…” I stammer the two words, unable to complete the

what I hear, guilt and regret are hitting her hard, and she’s

his expression is cold and stoic, revealing absolutely nothing. Either all the feelings he had for Emma are gone, or they’ve turned to hate, or he’s just hiding them. Burying them inside so that he doesn’t have to feel that

some others. Trevor was there, but you could tell there was a

had I let go of my obsession with Rowan. Looking at it as a mature adult, could it be that my obsession ruined the

that happened that night would have happened. I wouldn’t have slept with Rowan, we wouldn’t have gotten married, Rowan and Emma wouldn’t have broken up, and neither Emma nor Rowan would have spiraled, meaning Emma wouldn’t have hooked up with Calvin, and neither

probably I would have moved on later on and so would Calvin. Hell, I think he’d already started moving

stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

I might have been the cause of the heartache and sorrow

them and that it isn’t my fault for the mistakes they made, but I still can’t help but feel that I was the catalyst; my obsession was the

voice startles me, and I

“I’m just lost in

to cut the cake,” she informs