Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 396

The woman's back was turned to me, and so was that of Gunner. I didn’t have to worry about Calvin because he seemed to be smitten and was paying attention to everything the woman was saying, with a soft smile on his lips.

Again, that uncomfortable feeling sinks deeper into me. Why did I feel like I couldn’t breathe? There was this big lump stuck in my throat.

I focus on them. I couldn’t hear what they were saying since they were a few tables from me, but the peace and happiness showing on Calvin’s face was enough to let me know what was going on. He was on a date, and Gunner had tagged along. The woman didn’t seem to mind, but there was no way in hell I was going to allow another woman to replace me in my son’s life.

I couldn’t see Gunner, but I knew, just like with Calvin, he was happy to be there. Calvin would have already left with our son if the case had been different.

For some reason, I keep staying there, even though I feel like my heart was being ripped into pieces. I don't know how long I’d been there, but eventually I couldn’t take it. Seeing him happy was causing me pain for some reason. It was like my heart was being shredded.

I put down the menu, and I was going to stand up and leave when a shadow appears in front of me. I look up and I am shocked to find Calvin staring at me with furious eyes. Before I can say anything, he grabs my hands and hauls me off my chair.

He drags me away and I turn to see Gunner still busy chatting with the woman. I was glad he hadn’t seen me. I didn’t want him to see me like this.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he yelled when we got to a secluded place. “Have you now reverted to stalking, Emma? That’s pathetic even for you.”

He pushes me hard, but luckily, I catch myself before I fall. Instead of saying anything, I just stared at my feet as I tried to control the unexplainable pain that was burning through me.

“I’m asking you a fucking question, Emma?” he snapped and hit the wall behind me.

I flinch out of fear. Saying he was furious was an understatement. I’ve never seen him like this.

“I-I came here with Molly. We were having lunch when you came in. I-I wasn’t stalking you,” I stammered in a low voice.

“He’s my son, Calvin,” I whimpered.

“You lost that right when you continued to hurt him and treat him like shit,” he said. “Now answer me, am I clear?”

"Yes.” The words leave my mouth almost painfully.

He lets go of my chin as if I’d burned him. With one disgusted look thrown my way, he stomps out of the private room.

I fall against the wall before sliding down. I can’t control it when I sob leaves my lips. I feel hurt and lost. This was all my fault. How am I ever going to fix this? Is it even possible after the damage I caused?