Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 260

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I wake up sprawled on top of Rowan. His arm was wrapped tight around my waist, and half

my b*dy was

on top of his

Slowly, I lift my head from his chest. This was another new thing for us. The intimacy our

position

projected, you would think that we’re in love. Only I knew the truth. There was love in our

marriage yes,

but it was one sided.

I get up slowly. I didn’t want to wake him up. I needed time to myself. Time to try and

catch on to

whatever the hell was happening. I feel like my life has been turned upside down since I

woke up from

that coma.

It has been two days, but those two days have been a rollercoaster of events. Now I was

reeling from the

rush. Not really sure if I should trust my eyes or my heart.

I spot the bottle of milk on his bedside table.

Iris woke up like three times. The first two times, I fed her. The last time I remember him

telling me to go

back to sleep. That he would take care of her. I was tired so I didn’t argue at al

all.

Putting on my bathrobe, I tip toe out of the room. I check on Iris and Noah before going

downstairs. It was

fairly early in the morning and given it was on a Saturday, Noah didn’t have school today.

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I get to the kitchen only to find Teresa.

“Good morning, Madam” she greets with a smile while cleaning the counter top.

I give her what I hope is a gentle smile “Good morning too Teresa, and please call me Ava.

Madam is too

formal”

“Did you need something?” she stops and focuses on me, ready to do anything I asked

her,

“No, but if I’m not imposing, I’d like to make breakfast for my family”

Her smiles turns blinding and she rods her head.

“Not at all. I’m sure Noah will be ecstatic. He kept complaining that I don’t make his

pancakes the

mom does” she winks at me.

way his

I just chuckle, because I can totally see Noah saying that. My smile sl*ps off my face when

I think of how

hard it must have been for him when I was in a coma.

Teresa excuses herself and I start working on making breakfast. For some weird reason it

felt so strange

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Rowan rarely ate anything I cooked. He used to miss breakfast and dinner. The only time

he would eat something I made was when Noah insisted we have a meal together. Even

then he would take a few spoons and then declare that he was full.

It used to hurt a lot. Knowing that he didn’t want anything from me. It was like anything

from me was polson. I soon got over it. It hurt, but I learned to live with it for the sake of

Noah.

I tried my hardest to shield Noah from the disrespect and disregard Rowan showed me.

Noah thought we

were happy and I would do anything to make sure he was. Including faking marital bliss.

Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on making breakfast.

Who knows, maybe witnessing my almost death changed something inside Rowan. I love

Rowan despite

everything he has done to me and maybe this was our second chance at happiness.

Minutes later, I fling the flour to the side in frustration as I feel my eyes begin to tear. Why

was this so

goddamn hard?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Rowan’s voice comes from behind me.

His arm wrap around my waist and he brings me to his chest. With his other hand he

pushes my hair away.

and lays his chin on my shoulder.

I would have surprises at this tender action if I weren’t frustrated.

“I used to know how to make the kind of pancakes Noah likes like the back of my hand.

Now I can’t

remember a damn thing! I can’t remember the secret ingredient I used” I cry and hold on

to the counter

afraid that I’d break down if I let go.

“It’s okay, don’t worry too much about it” he tries to calm me, but it’s doesn’t work.

“You don’t get it” I wrench myself from his arms. “It’s not just that. I can’t read the

measurement either. Neither can I remember the how you like your coffee! Damn it! Even

some words are a bit difficult for me

read”

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I can stop myself from crying. I feel so useless. The things that used to be easy for me,

now aren’t. I find it harder to read numbers. Every time I tried looking at the measurement

for the past thirty minutes, my mind becomes jumbled.

It’s like my brain can’t comprehend what the hell I’m seeing.

“Shss, it’s okay Ava. Everything is going to be okay” he reassures me. “Don’t be too hard

on yourself”

He turns me around to face him. He is shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that

hang low on his

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I swallow as a different kind of frustration starts humming inside me. I rip my eyes from

his b*dy and

focus on his eyes.

watch silently, unable to move as he bends his head. My breath hitches as his l*ps

connect with mine.

I gasp at the intensity of his k*ss. That gives him the opportunity to sl*p his tongue inside.

I get lost as our

mouths mesh and our tongues tangle.

One of his hands holds my waist while the other my neck. I hold on to his waist in a

desperate attempt to

stand up straight.

1 get lost in the k*ss. Get lost in his scent. Get lost in all that is Rowan wood. The moment

was perfect and

I thought nothing could ruin it. That is until I hear a strangled cry from behind us.

I reluctantly stop k*ssing Rowan and turn around. My eyes clash with the teary ones of a

woman I thought

I’d never see again.

Emma

What the hell was she doing in my house?

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