Chapter 112
Ex-Husband’s Regret
Anxious heart
Rowan
âSir? Is there anything you need me to get for you from the restaurant?â My secretary asks, but I
continue
staring outside my office window.
The view was really great. It was one of the reasons why I chose it, but today it didnât offer me the
tranquility it usually does.
âNo. Not today,â I answer without looking at her.
âOkay then, Iâll be back in thirty minutesâ
I donât answer her and after a few seconds I hear the door closing. I sigh in frustration. For some reason
the feeling of foreboding clung to me. It surrounded me in waves. Today more so than the previous days.
I donât know what it is, but my heart is anxious. I canât settle nor can I fucking focus. Itâs like my soul is
trying to tell me something, but I canât figure out what.
Trying to distract myself, I think about Ava and our talk. I get her. Damn do I get her hesitation. Iâve spent
more than ten years drilling into her that Emma was the only woman Iâll ever love.
I did everything in my power to show her just how little I cared for her. Iâve spent nine years punishing her
for something that was beyond her control. I drilled into her head that I hated her with every fiber of my
being.
How then could I turn around and claim to love her?
Itâs frustrating as hell, but I understand her. I understand her reluctance to believe me. If the roles had
been switched I wouldnât have believed it so easily.
Apart from all that, I also have to consider the pain Iâve caused her. Nine years of pain and mistreatment
isnât something you get over within a day or week. Hell. It will probably take years to heal the wounds i
inflicted. 2
The scars will remain with her though and considering the damage I caused, I canât help but wonder if
sheâll ever forgive me.
I want her. I want her in my life. I want to build a life with her. I crave that more than anything, but if she
doesnât take me back, then let it be so. Iâll have no one to blame but myself. It will be my penance for the
hurt Iâve caused over the years.
I try to focus on her. To focus on her beautiful face and tactics I could use to get her to take me back, but
Iâve never felt this way before. Never had this unshakable feeling like something bad was going to
happen. I try to assure myself, but it doesnât work. I stand up and start pacing again. I felt wired. Like I
was going
crazy.
I run my hand through my hair, probably messing it up, but I donât fucking care. Not when I feel like my
fucking heart was being squeezed by a tight fist.
I turn on the TV. Maybe hearing other peopleâs voices will help me calm down. It was better than listening
to my own since it was distorted, jumbled and confused the hell out of me.
I donât know for how long I stood pacing through the room when my door opened. I turn to find Gabe. He
looked like hell froze over. He was breathing heavily, his eyes looked bloodshot and there was worry and
anguish in them.
I still in my tracks. Fuck. My brother is usually impeccable and not easily fazed. We share that trait as
twins. If he looks anything other than that then something serious must be wrong.
âWhat is it?â I ask as my heart rate picks up.
Fuck was it our parentâs? Maybe Noah?
âRoâ¦â he starts but doesnât finish his sentence. His voice was mixed with pain.
âFuck, Gabe. Tell me whatâs wrong. Is it mom or dad?â
I see him swallow, before his eyes focus on me.
âItâs Avaâ he finally says.
Iâm about to ask him whatâs wrong with Ava when an unrecognizable voice mentions her name. I begin to
turn in the direction of the TV.
âPlease, Rowanâ¦donât watch it, focus on meâ My brother begs me, but I donât pay attention to him.
I needed to know what the hell the reporters have to say about Ava.
BREAKING NEWS.
The headlines written in big, bold letters.
âNews just in, Member of the Sharp family and founder of The Hope Foundation was today gunned down
by unknown people. We are yet to know the state sheâs in, but the gunman opened fire to what seems to
be a hit targeted at her. The video youâre about to watch maybe disturbing to someâ
2/4
+15 BONUS
I feel my knees weaken, but nothing could have prepared me to watching the woman I love being shot
multiple times
The video showed Ava as she was walking out of an ice cream shop. Her eyes were downcast and she
had a small frown on her face. Whoever took the video captured a black SUV with tinted windows speed
in her direction. Just before the drove past her, a masked person, rolled the window down just enough to
fit the gun, before shooting several times. They sped past her, leaving Ava to crumble on the ground in a
pool of blood
The video ends, and the presenter comes back on.
âWe are yet to establish why these gangsters would shoot a pregnant woman, but stay tuned as we try to
find out.â
She proceeds to talk about the damage to the shop and how two other people were injured, but that
doesnât concern me. My focus was Ava. I couldnât erase the image of her body lying motionless in a pool
of her own blood from my mind
âRowan?â I hear his voice but it doesnât registers.
Nothing fucking registers in my head. I felt so fucking broken I felt lost. My heart was fractured to tiny
pieces. How am I supposed to survive if something happens to her?
âRoâ¦â
His hand on my shoulder makes me jump into action.
âI need to go to herâ¦I need to see herâ I struggle to say against the waves of emotions that were
choking
me.
I donât wait to hear what he says, before I am out of my office door. I rush down the corridor towards my
private elevator. My employees stare at me in confusion. I probably looked like a deranged person, but I
donât give a damn.
Jumping to the elevator, I key it in for the underground parking. My need to see her intensified with every
bit of my heart.
I got underground and immediately rushed to the reserved parking space. My car was there and so was
Gabeâs.
I struggled to unlock the doors. My hands were shaking and I couldnât stop the tremble no matter what.
The keys fell out of my grip, frustrating me even further.
Fuckâ I yell, kicking the tire in anger, fear and frustration.
+15 BONUS
Bending down, I pick the keys and manage to unlock the doors. I had my hand on the handle, about to
open it when a hand stopped me.
I turn around pissed off, about to lash out when his voice stops.
âIâm not about to let you fucking drive while youâre in this stateâ he says before pushing forward his hand.
â Give me the keys, Iâll take you to the hospital.â
I deflate and hand him the keys. He was right. I wasnât in the right mental state to drive anywhere. The
last thing Noah needed is to have both parents in the hospital.
I get in and Gabe starts the car, all the while praying that Ava was okay because I donât how Iâll survive if
I
were to lose her.