Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 353

It’s been a week since I asked Rowan to give me time. He’s tried to keep his distance, but it hasn’t been easy for both of us.

I won’t lie, I really miss him. I miss being around him. I miss our talks. I miss everything about him. It’s been quite an adjustment trying to merge the Rowan I was used to and the Rowan I woke up to after my coma.

It doesn’t take genius to know that he loves me, but is it enough? Part of me wants to forgive him and move forward; the other part is afraid that the memories of the past will always be a thorn between us. I mean, how can we be happy if I haven’t been able to let go of the past?

It’s also been an adjustment for Noah and Iris. They haven’t made it a secret that they miss Rowan. Noah talks about him all the time and keeps asking when we are going to go back and live with his father. Iris has been irritable since we left.

She cries a lot and is restless. The only time she settles down is when Rowan calls and she hears his voice. The bond those two have despite Rowan not being her father amazes. It’s something else that I don’t know how to deal with.

I could go back for the sake of the kids, but I don’t want that. That is not the basis for building the relationship. If I’m to go back, I want it to be because I want to. Because I want to give us a try.

A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. Since the day I went to the station, I haven’t been out much. I’ve also just hidden myself away, withdrawing from those around me. My mind hasn’t been able to settle, especially knowing that I have to make a decision soon.

I carry a crying Iris and open the door, surprised to find Rowan’s mother on the other side.

“Hello, Ava,” she greets with a small and warm smile. “Is it alright if I come in?”

I was completely speechless, so I just nodded my head instead. I take a step back and let her in.

I keep bouncing Iris up and down, trying to comfort her and get her to quiet down, but it doesn’t work. I was at my wits end on what to do.

“Is she growing a tooth?” she politely asks. “Is that why she’s crying?”

I take a moment to compose myself before answering. This is a situation I never thought I’d find myself in. Rowan’s mom never liked me. I do understand her, though. If the situations were flipped, I wouldn’t be welcoming to a girl who caused my son to lose the girl he loved. I would even be more bitter knowing it’s because of her that my son was living in a miserable marriage.

“It seems she misses her home and Rowan,” I calmly and simply reply.