Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 344

We get to the station, and my anxiety spikes up. I was a nervous wreck, not really sure I wanted to hear what Brian had to say. What was I going to do if she’s really the one who was behind my attempted murder?

Sure, we don’t get along, but I’ve known her since I was a child. We grew up together, and to me, she was my sister. We lived together in the same house until she graduated and moved to college.

“Are you okay?” Rowan asks, his concern marring his face.

“Just a bit nervous.”

He held my hand before softly kissing me. I don’t stop because I needed this. I needed him.

“Everything is going to be okay; don’t stress.” He assured me after pulling away.

I nod my head, and we get out of the car. My hand still in his, we walk towards the station and enter. The rest soon join us, and we are ushered to the chief of police’s office.

“Thank you for coming,” he says as a way of greeting. He points to the two chairs. Mom and I take a seat as the men stand behind us.

“You said you had something important to tell us,” Rowan pushes.

“Just a second,” he says, holding his finger up, which seems to irritate Rowan.

A couple of minutes later, the door opens and Trevor, Kate and Letty walk in. The officer who showed them leaves, shutting the door behind him.

I remain quiet. I can see why I would think of Emma. From what I’ve gathered, Emma didn’t like it very much that Rowan was paying me more attention than her. She didn’t want me around Rowan, and she saw me as competition.

Trevor and Kate were about to argue, but Brian cut them off.

“We were able to recover the gun that was used to shoot Ava and the van. We decided to look for fingerprints and do a match. The fingerprints matched Emma’s.” He pauses, letting us absorb the bomb he's just released. “On top of that, there were civilian clothes that also had Emma’s hair. We believe they were the clothes she’d worn that day. She probably disposed of the black clothes she’d worn when she hot you, but forgot those.”

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded. The silence that descended in the room was heavy. You could probably hear a pin drop.

The evidence was clear and damning, but why the hell was my heart telling me that she’s innocent?