Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 392

I spot Rowan the moment we get inside. Just like his brother, he was in a black suit. We get at the front of the chapel just as the priest walks in.

“Hello, Harper,” Rowan greeted politely, with a welcoming smile.

I’m totally shocked. He was completely transformed—nothing like the Rowan I remember. Before, he always looked cold and distant, like he had a chip on his shoulder, which he did back then. Now, though, he looked warm. It’s like the darkness that once plagued him no longer exists.

“H-Hi” I stammered.

I wonder if he managed to get back with his ex-girlfriend. After all, everyone knew that he changed after he lost her and was forced to marry Ava. Yeah, that was probably it. He hated Ava, so this change was likely because of her sister, Emma.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” The priest interrupted, and the three of us nodded.

I stand next to Gabriel, while Rowan stands behind us.

I tune out the preacher when he starts some sort of sermon. I don’t have anything against churches, but I think Gabriel should have just agreed to do this at a court house. It seems much easier.

I don’t know how much time had passed when I finally heard the preacher say it was now time to marry us. I breathed a sigh of relief that we were almost done.

“It’s time for you to say your own vows to each other,” he informed us, his eyes shifting from me to Gabriel.

Clearing my thought, I speak. “Let’s skip that part.”

There was no way I was going to do this twice. I remember when we first got married, I’d written a beautiful and heartfelt vow because I loved Gabriel so much. I read it to him only to have him scoff and sneer at me as if I were nothing but a disgusting parasite. I was so embarrassed because the other couples behind us heard him, and so did the minister.

He then cut me off and told me that he had no use for such useless words from a foolish little girl. That had been the first indication that our marriage wasn’t something he’d wanted.

The priests cleared his throat, pulling me from those painful thoughts. He turned to Gabriel, as if seeking his permission. When he silently agreed, the priest proceeded.