Chapter 5
Ex-Husband’s Regret
Shoot out
Nothing about the day spelled disaster. The sun was shining and everything seemed to be well in place
as I drove down the familiar streets.
The chapel was fully packed when we arrived. Almost everyone had come to pay their last respects.
I surveyed the place and was satisfied to see everything was in place. None of the others had been
much help when it came to the burial preparation. I was the one that was left to shoulder the weight of
everything.
I didnât complain though. I took it as a chance for me to reciprocate what heâd done for me. After all, he
had fed me, clothed me and put a room over my head.
The service was about to begin and most people were already seated. I decided to sit on the opposite
side. It didnât feel right sitting with the rest. It especially didnât feel right sitting next to Emma.
âMom, why are we sitting hereâ¦shouldnât we sit next to grandma?â Noah asks, pointing at where the
others were.
Of course we were getting weird looks but I didnât care. After all, it wasnât a secret that I wasnât wholly
accepted by the family after everything that happened.
âMost people are already seated. I donât want us to cause a fracasâ I lie.
He looks like he doesnât believe me but choses to let it go. The father arrives and the sermon begins
just as I feel someone sit next to me.
I tense. I would know his presence and cologne anywhere. I donât know what he was doing seated
here. He should be with his precious Emma. In fact I would prefer if he were there.
Damn I sound bitter. Which I was. Bitter, angry and hurt.
âDadâ Noah whisper yells, which causes a few people to turn and look at us.
I glower at them making them turn back around.
âCan I sit between the two of you?â Noah whispers to me.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for small miracles. I wouldnât have to be near his suffocating
presence.
Stealthy moving us, Iâm able to switch seats with him. The moment we do, I feel the tension ease up a
little.
âWe all must leave this world one day, the question is how will you leave it? Will you have made a
difference? Changed it and touched the lives of those that you met along the way? Or will you leave it
with regrets?â the preacher possess the question.
I canât help but think about it. If I were to die today, who will attend my burial? Will those around me
even care? Whom am I kidding? They wouldnât. They would probably hold a celebratory feast. The only
one who will be affected by my death will be Noah. Just him and no one else.
Itâs honestly sad. The life I have. I donât have any friends mostly because I hold myself back. Living
under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for
anyone. I wasnât as beautiful as she was. S**y as she was. Smart as she was. Loved as she was. I
wasnât perfect as Emma was. I was nothing compared to her.
Even now when weâre older, Iâm still in her shadow. No one sees my pain or suffering. Itâs all about
Emma. Her pain is bigger than mine. Her happiness is a priority over mine. She always comes first in
everyoneâs mind while Iâm left chasing after leftovers of their affection.
âMommyâ Noahâs voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
Itâs then I realize that the service was over and everyone was leaving.
âAva, you okay?â his deep voice always makes me shiver.
I donât want to talk to him let alone look at him but Iâll have to because for the next ten years weâll be
sharing Noahâs custody.
Shrugging my shoulders I stand up, without looking at him. I know it seems rude but I just canât look at
him. Not when the memory of him staring lovingly at Emma is still fresh in my mind.
âCome on Noah, letâs goâ
He jumps up and we walk towards the door. Once weâre outside weâre bombarded by a crowd of people
wanting to give us their condolences. I spot some of my colleagues and wave at them.
We hadnât buried father yet and I was already drained.
âSo youâve finally decided to show your faceâ Emmaâs bitter voice says behind me.
I turn around to face her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she still looked like
a freaking goddess.
I sigh. I so didnât want to face her right now.
âNot now Emma. Can we just bury father first?â
She smiles then leans in so that Iâm the only one that can hear her.
âWe will bury him alright but let me tell you that I am here to stay. You also took my family from me all
those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including the man that was meant to be
mineâ she then steps aside and leaves just as the preacher calls us to go to back where the cemetery
is.
Noah looks between me and the departing back of my sister but doesnât say anything. Iâm left shocked
at her words but not really surprised.
What she doesnât understand is that she doesnât have to take anything back because none of them
were mine to begin with. The family sheâs talking about worships the ground she walks one. And
Rowan? Rowan was and still is her man.
Pushing down the pain that wanted to drown me, I lead Noah to the place that would be fatherâs final
resting place.
I stand a little distance from mother, Emma and Travis. Theyâre huddled together. Looking at them and
me you would think that I was a stranger just attending the burial instead of part of them.
âDust to dustâ¦â the preacher says as they lower fatherâs body to the ground.
They then begin to cover his coffin with soil until he is completely buried. Motherâs wails are the loudest
as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis both have silent tears running down their
faces as they hold her in their arms.
I comfort Noah. Hugging him as he cries beside me. Seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes. I hate
seeing him in pain. I wipe my tears away. I need to be strong for him. He needs me now.
Once again people flood us to offer their condolences. I accept them mindlessly. It was like I was there
but wasnât at the same time. By the time I come out of it, most people were already dispersed.
âMom, there is pa and maâ he drags me pointing to Rowanâs parents.
They were there with Rowan and his twin brother Gabriel.
I stand awkwardly as he greets them. They look at me in passing but donât say anything. We both know
that I wasnât their choice for their son.
âCan I get snacks with them?â Noah asks and I nod.
He hasnât eaten in hours so he was hungry. Once they leave, we are left standing awkwardly beside
each other. Now that his focus wasnât occupied by Noah, it was solely on Emma who was standing a
few feet from us.
I was about to excuse myself when I hear a screeching of tires. Everything happened so fast. Men with
guns opened fire. The minute they started shooting I saw Rowan dive for Emma.
I stood shocked as I watched him protect her with his body.
I canât believe he abandoned me to protect her. Why was I even surprised? This just proved that Iâll
never be his priority. Seeing him protect her with his life completely broke something inside me.
âWatch out!â A man with a bullet proof jacket shouted at me.
He pushed me out of the way, but it was already too late. Something pierced my skin and I fell from the
impact of the hit. My breath knocked out of me.
âSomeone call an ambulanceâ he knelt down next to me and put pressure on the wound.
I was confused, dizzy and in pain. I went to tell him I was okay but then I saw blood soaking my dress
and his hands. I hated the sight blood.
âOh godâ¦Noahâ I whispered.
He was my last thought right before everything faded into darkness.