Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 440

I fumble and twist my hands as I wait for my therapist to be done with her current client. I’m so tempted to flee, but that would just make me look like a coward. I was already tired of being one.

My phone rings, pulling from my thoughts. I sigh in relief, so grateful and happy for the interruption. Without even checking the caller ID, I swipe the screen and accept the call.

“Are you there, yet?” her voice comes through the phone.

I don’t have to guess who it is. Her voice is ingrained on my brain. I would know it anywhere. Even in my dreams.

“Hello to you too,” I reply sarcastically, and lean back against the chair, feeling myself start to relax.

The room was painted in a warm orange color. You would think it would look ugly, but it doesn’t. It makes the room feel welcoming. It also gives you the impression of a warm sunset.

Color isn’t the only thing that makes this room welcoming. There are also the soft and fluffy pillows. The live potted plants, flowers and interesting art. I guess the whole interior is meant to put you at ease.

“Hey, now are you there?” Molly asks again, not wasting any time. “I just had to call and confirm you actually went for your appointment.”

Sighing, I answer. “I’m here, don’t worry about it”

I hear release a breath through the phone. She must have been really worried that I wouldn’t come to appointment given how I was against therapy to begin with.

“Thank God! I was so worried, Emma. You’ll see, this will be a good thing”

I don’t say anything, because what was there to say. I wasn’t really sure if it would be a good thing on not.

Instead on dwelling on that, my eyes wonders to the art on the wall. Awoman crouched down; her face hidden. Her spine was visible and so were her ribs. She seemed to be in pain (well that is my interpretation) as smoky tendrils of darkness came out from her.

I tried to interpret it. Was this some kind of warning? That maybe healing won’t be easy. That I’d will painful and it’ll leave me bared for my therapist to see. Maybe it meant that for me to heal, I needed to let go of the darkness that was holding me prisoner from the inside.