Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 347

"Morning,” I greet, standing at the kitchen entrance.

Gunner rushes and hugs his father while telling him about the wonderful time he and Noah had at our house.

“Good Morning, Ava.”

I chuckle. He was trying to multitask. He was attending to me while listening to his son and still trying to do his work.

“Is this too early?” I ask him. “I can go back with him so that you can finish your work without interruption”

“No, it’s okay, but thank you. I’m almost done,” he replies. "Plus, today is Sunday; we have a thing on Sundays.”

I smile and nod. I was just about to excuse myself when the house next door caught my attention again. Calvin’s kitchen was facing the house’s backyard.

“Calvin?” I call, and he looks up.

“Yeah?”

“Whose house is that? I don’t understand why I’m drawn to it”

He twists his neck and looks behind him to where I was pointing. Then he turns again to face me.

“Oh, that’s your house, Ava.”

I stand there, rooted. My house? How can that be? But then again, didn’t Rowan tell me we had separated for some time? If so, maybe this is where I was probably staying.

“Is everything okay?” he inquires with concern.

I was about to give up because I had yet to find any useful information when I got to the last drawer. Opening it, I found a document. I quickly took it and opened the folder.

The words DIVORCED greeted me.

What the actual hell?

I scan the papers, and that’s when it hits me. Rowan and I were divorced. We weren’t separated, like he’d told me. He’d lied to me.

Swaying, I started feeling dizzy as the words DIVORCED kept playing in my mind. The papers slip through my hands as a memory takes hold. It was the day I went to give him the finalized documents of our divorce.

The memory doesn’t stop there; it’s like that one word triggered the crack in the wall that held my memories back. The crack gets bigger and bigger as pain like no other attacks me. Years and years of memory flood my brain as the pain intensifies.

Finally, the wall breaks, leaving a crumbled mess, and I… I lose myself to the darkness.