Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0490

Mia's words still continued to ring in my head even as I headed for my car. The truth had been brutal. It wasn't easy to swallow the bitter pill, but swallow it I must.

Instead of peeling out of the parking lot like I usually do, I just sit in my car and allow the tears to fall. I couldn't stop them even if I wanted to. The space fills with the sounds of my cries. My sobs are torn from deep within as the weight of all my actions crash me.

My head falls against the steering wheel because I can no longer hold it up. I wore my shame like a second skin. It was embedded deep inside me like a fucking tattoo.

Why did I let it get that far? Why did I hurt him like that? Why did I allow my selfishness to taint the bond I could have had with Gunner?

Why. Why. Why?

If I knew one day I would long to hold Gunner in my arms. To be in his life. To have him call me mom. I would have held on to him like he was a lifeline... But that's the thing about hindsight. It's a bitch.

My lips tremble as I sob. Guilt racks my body, jolting me as if I've been electrocuted. I want to scream. I want to hit something. I want to curl up in a ball and just die. It hurts. It fucking hurts and I don't know how to stop the pain.

allow myself to cry until there are no more tears. Until my tear dam is empty. I'm not sure how long I stay there crying, but when

out for the last couple of

things when you've messed up so badly? Where do I even begin? It would be easier if it had been a couple of months' worth of

His first day of school. His first time saying mommy. I missed his first

differently. I regret a

is a blur, but thankfully I don't get into any trouble. I was so lost in my head that it was a wonder didn't get into an

me with a kind of finality I feel is reflected in my life right now. Part of me feels like there isn't hope. That I should give up on my relationship with Gunner. That it's

to the front of the house and park. Getting out, I rush inside our family

back earlier than I expected,"

her for dear life. I'm past thirty years old, but at this moment, I

easy" she whispers while

had finally dried, but I was wrong.

from her before guiding me to the couch. Once there, she pushes us down on it, before pulling