Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 360

Ava

It’s been a couple of days since Christine tried to kill me. I won’t lie, I’m still a bit shaken up. Once the adrenaline lowered, I crushed and bowled my eyes out. I didn’t understand how someone could be so evil, so cruel, and all because she blamed me for things that weren’t even in my control.

After she was arrested, a warrant for the arrest of her uncle was sent out. Deep down, I knew they would never find him. Not alive anyway. How did I know that? Well simple. I got a call from Reaper. He simply told me that I would never have to worry about him. That translated to he’d kill him once he found him.

Does it make me a monster that I don’t care? Maybe my association with Reaper has turned me into a cold blooded psychopath. I didn’t care whether he lived or not; in fact, I hoped Reaper would make him suffer before finally ending his miserable existence.

As for Christine, I wish nothing but the worst for the bitch. She almost cost me my and my daughter’s lives. There was no way in hell I was going to forgive her for that. I hope the slut has a hard time in prison; I hope she suffers; I hope she dies a very painful death; and finally, I hope that her dark soul burns in the fiery pits of hell.

Thinking of what she did just pisses me off, but at the same time, it keeps my mind from overthinking. It keeps me from dying of nervousness and anxiety.

A knock on the door speeds up my hate rate. The control I’d gained on my anxiety slips.

I rub my sweaty hands against my jeans-clad thighs before walking towards the door. I wrench it open, coming face-to-face with twin grey eyes set in a very handsome face.

"Hi,” I squeak out like a choking chicken.

Damn, I feel like a nervous mess, not to mention that I am embarrassed.

“Hi to you too,” he gives me his blinding smile, and for a moment I forget even my name.

Damn him.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I move to the side and usher him inside. Things didn’t go as I wanted last time, so I postponed our talk.