Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0489

Ava gave him the kind of motherly love he lacked from me. The kind of love he longed for me to give him. I see it now. The moment he met Ava. The moment she took him in, even before the truth came out. It's the moment he gave up on me. It's the moment Gunner stopped caring about a relationship between us.

"I hear you Emma." Mia gives me a tissue. "I do hear you, but I have to ask, where was this same determination back then? Why did you refuse to have a relationship with Gunner?"

I've asked myself the same question over and over again.

For eight years, I denied his existence. For eight years, I treated him like he didn't matter. For eight fucking years I held him at arm's length.

"I know it's a stupid reason now that I think about it, but back then I didn't want anything or anyone reminding me of the life I had when Rowan and I were separated. To me, Gunner was a mistake. He never should have been conceived. I didn't want my life with Rowan to be shadowed by the child I had with another man. I wanted to remain perfect in Rowan's eyes."

you, Ava's pregnancy was unplanned, but even

there. Her words shame

my sake. Hell, he broke off our relationship when he learned all the shit I'd spouted about Noah. Yet I was willing to walk away from my son. Who am I kidding? I walked out

chest had been ripped wide open for everyone to witness the sins I

can I even think of mending my relationship with Gunner after this? Mia just showed me what a horrible person I was to a little boy. Not just

mirror in your direction so you can truly see yourself. It's to help you come to terms with your mistakes and help you forgive yourself. My work is to drill in some hard truths so it can help you move

life much like Ava's past experiences with your family had scarred her. How do you think he felt every time you ignored him? Every time you treated him like he was nothing? Every time you pushed him away. He is a child, Emma, that kind of emotional pain has probably done a lot of damage to that

to breathe. My throat is clogged with emotions and I feel like my

want to hear her. I want to escape her words. Words that feel like pointed arrows aimed towards my already bleeding