Ex-Husband's Regret

Calvin.

"What the fuck are you doing at my house, Emma" I say through gritted teeth.

Gunner and I were busy repainting his room, before the doorbell rang. The last thing I wanted was for him to hear me shouting and come down only to see this bitch.

I glare at her as I feel my anger rise within me. My fists are clenched, and my jaw is clamped tightly in an effort to stop me from blowing up.

"I-I" she doesn't finish the sentence, and it just pisses me off even more.

Fuck this! I get out of the house and close the door behind me. I needed to get rid of her.

"I asked you a fucking question, Emma!" I snap, gripping the door handle like a vise, just to center myself.

After all the shit she's put me and Gunner through, she now has the audacity to show up on my doorstep?

The pain and heartache of over almost a decade. Did she really think that I would easily forget it? That I'd put it behind me and pretend like she didn't reap my heart out over and over again. Pretend that she didn't put my soul through a fucking mincer and shredded me to pieces?

It fucking hurts. It still fucking hurts even now. The pain is constantly there. The scars aren't fucking healed and I doubt they'll ever will.

"Please, I just want to see him. I want to see Gunner?" she pleads, tears filling her eyes, but seeing them does nothing.

I feel nothing at seeing the pain and guilt in her eyes. She doesn't try to hide her emotions but they still don't move me. I swore to myself that I'd never

I thought you didn't want him" I scoff, folding my arms across my chest. "Weren't you the one that was insistent on not having anything to

her lips start trembling and her face twists as

"He's my son"

but an egg donor. It's unfortunate that Gunner had to have you as a mother to be honest. If you want to see the true meaning of being a mom, then look at Ava. She's a fucking mother, and you're nothing but an immature spoiled brat that thinks people are

of pain flashes in her eyes and she stumbles

but in real sense you aren't even fucking close. You were a nasty bitch to her and

compared to her, so I knew this would destroy her. Call me cruel, but seeing her in

self-loathing. She isn't wholly to blame. I take

her. She was my soul, yet she never felt anything for me. I stayed with her and tolerated her treatment because I'd hoped that one day she'd come to love me. That she'd see just how good we were together and that she didn't need

how selfish and self-centered she was. She cared about nobody but herself and that stupid love she held on to for a man that cheated on

I am. At Right though. When my son is asleep and I'm lying alone in my huge

gave her the power to

pulls me back

lost weight and some color. She is nothing like the woman I remembered. Her light was gone, and she looked like a shadow of her former

regain what you lost now that the man you've held on

just want to make amends,

lost, Emma. It's too late for your