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.

at seeing the pain and guilt in her eyes. She doesn't try to hide

arms across my chest. "Weren't you the one that was insistent on not having anything to do with him years

and her face twists as if she was

"He's my son"

see the true meaning of being a mom, then look

flashes in her eyes and she stumbles back as if I've hit

feeling like you're better than her, but in real sense you aren't even fucking close. You

always hated Ava. Always hated being compared to her, so I knew this would destroy her. Call me cruel, but seeing

the pain I wanted to inflict, I couldn't hide my self-loathing. She isn't wholly to blame. I take some of the

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

proved just how selfish and self-centered she was. She cared about nobody but herself and

hated her. Loathed her with everything that I am. At Right though. When my son is asleep and I'm lying

her the power to

begging pulls me back to

is nothing like the woman I remembered. Her light

you've held on to for so long doesn't want you? You have to be fucking insane to think I'll let you use my son fucking band-aid for

make amends,

too late for your