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.

woman, but her eyes were no longer on me. Instead, they

I stammer the two words,

with her… From what I hear, guilt and regret are hitting her hard, and she’s not taking

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

busy chatting with Gabe, his dad, and some others. Trevor was there, but you could tell there was a bit of tension between the two of them. He was laughing, while

Looking at it as a mature adult,

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

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

“I’ll be right back.” I excuse myself and leave the

go inside and just sit in the living room for a little while. The realization that I might have been the cause

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 catalyst

okay, Ava?” Teresa’s voice startles me, and

lie. “I’m just

then, it’s time to cut the cake,” she informs me, and I stare at her in