Chapter 129
Ex-Husband's Regret
Rowan smile at me. âFlowers for a beautiful ladyâ
He then surprises me when he bends down and kisses my cheek. I stare at his throat in shock. See what I mean when I say heâs different?
The Rowan I know, wouldnât be caught dead kissing me even if itâs just a peck on the cheek. So this was at new development. One I wasnât sure I was ready.
âThank you,â I shake my head to clear out the confusion.
âAre you ready to leave?â
Noah gently takes Iris from my hands. He stares at her so adoringly. Like she lit up his world. While he whispers sweet nothings, Iris wakes up. Surprisingly, she doesnât cry. Just stares at her brother in fascination. I guess she is used to him.
âYes. Everythingâs packedâ
âGreat, weâll make it home in time for dinnerâ
He helps me out of the bed. Then he picks up our bags and we leave the room that has been my home for the past three months.
Before leaving, I say goodbye to the doctors and nurses. Most of them were so teary. It touched my heart. to see them happy because I was finally leaving. Theyâd thought I wouldnât wake up. For them, this is a freaking miracle.
âWhat about the bills? I pull Rowanâs sleeves to catch his attention.
âDonât worry about that. Itâs already been taken care of thatâ
He then takes my hand and we follow Noah who was walking ahead of us. I stare at our joined hands, completely mesmerized.
Maybe this is all a dream. Because what in the twilight zone is this? Why does he keep holding my hand?
Before I can think of pulling my hand from his, we get outside to the parking lot. The car wasnât that far.
Noah gets in while still talking to his sister. Her eyes were fixed on him. It is as if she is actually listening to him.
Where did Herbert go?â I ask Rowan after noticing the new driver.
âHe took an early retirement, so we got someone elseâ he answers as he ushers me into the car.
The moment we get in, the driver begins driving.
The drive is silent. Well except for Noah who was still talking to his Iris. Itâs like we donât exist in his and Irisâs world as he told her stories of all the things he has done and all they will do together once sheâs old enough.
Iâm lost in thought as the drive flies by. Without even realizing it, we get home. It takes Rowan nudging me, for me to come back to myself.
âWeâre hereâ he says as he opens the door.
Iris chooses that moment to start screaming her lungs out. I take her from Noah, but she still doesnât keep stop.
âMaybe sheâs hungryâ I tell no one in particular.
âJust go on inside. Iâll bring in the bagsâ
I nod my head and step outside the door. I slowly start walking towards the huge mansion. It looks the same as always, but I canât help feeling like this wasnât my home anymore.
I donât understand why I felt that way all over a sudden.
When I get inside, things are different. The painting. The décor. Everything. I stop dead in my tracks. As survey the entire place. Something feels different, and not just because the house looks unrecognizable.
It lacked a certain warmth. A kind of warmth that it had yesterday (or what my brain now considers to be yesterday)
I continue taking hesitant steps. The feeling of being somewhere foreign intensifies. My mind told me this is my home though itâs different, but my heart and soul didnât recognize it.
Another bout of screaming from Iris pulls me from the weirdness I felt. I walk quickly till I get to the extra bedroom that was downstairs.
What matters right now is feeding Iris. I can always figure out why something feels wrong later on.