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.

my gaze back to the woman, but her eyes were no longer on me. Instead,

stammer the two words,

are hitting her hard, and she’s not taking it well,” Letty informs us, her eyes drifting

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

dad, and some others. Trevor was there, but you could tell there was

with Rowan. Looking at it as a mature adult, could it be that my obsession ruined the lives of four people?

have gotten married, Rowan and Emma wouldn’t have broken up, and neither Emma nor Rowan would have spiraled, meaning Emma wouldn’t

have been painful losing Rowan, but I think that probably I would have moved on later on

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

might have been

own paths to follow. I perfectly understand that ultimately every choice Rowan, Calvin, and Emma made is on 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

voice startles me, and

lie. “I’m just lost in

it’s time to cut the cake,” she informs me, and I