Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 443

Ava stands up and walks towards me the moment I get outside the door.

“How was it?” she asks, her eyes shifting between mine.

If I am being honest, then I’m surprised she’s still here. When she said that she would wait for me, I didn’t expect her to. I just thought she would wait till I was inside, then leave. I never thought she’d wait the entire one and a half hour.

“It was surprisingly nice,” I reply, not really sure how to put it.

I liked the session more than I thought I would. For so long, I kept what I was feeling inside me. Sure, I told Molly, but I never allowed myself to feel the emotions. I never told her how I felt. The heartbreak, the pain, the emptiness, all of it, I kept it to myself.

Being able to do that with Mia was eye-opening. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t know how she got me to open up… But everything just came tumbling out of my mouth and heart. Every feeling I’ve tried fleeing from. Every pain I’ve tried burying. Everything just tumbled out of me.

I’m nowhere near okay, but I feel good. I feel great that I was able to release that part of myself that I’ve been trying to bury.

“That’s good, come on then” Ava tells me gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can get some ice cream.”

I feel like I’ve lost my mind or something. Ice cream? With Ava? Did I wake up in an alternate universe or some shit?

Before I can even question her on her actions, she pulls me to a corridor. We enter the washrooms and she turns me so that I’m facing the mirror.

I gasp in shock when I stare at my face.

“I learned early on to carry wipes when coming in for my session,” she says as she pulls out wipes, concealer and mascara from her handbag.

I continue staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy, and my mascara was smudged all over my face. If I had known this would be the aftermath, I would have gone with a waterproof mascara instead.

In my defense, I didn’t expect Mia to break my defenses and have me bawling like a child. I’ve always held myself upright and uptight. For Mia to be able to break through my defenses is honestly shocking.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Ava hands me the wipes. Slowly, I take them from her hand and begin wiping the mascara. We stay silent as I get myself cleaned up. Once I’m done, I use the concealer to cover the blotchiness under my eyes. Thank God Ava and I have the same skin tone.

“How do I look?” I ask when everything is done.