Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0508

It's sparkling clean inside. She told me that she usually has someone come and clean it at least once a week, so I didn't have to worry about having to clean it. It was also fully furnished, given Ava hadn't taken anything out of it except for Noah's bed and Iris' cot.

Despite it not having been used for the last two years, it still had a homey feel to it. It still held on to a certain warmth. Ava really does have a way of turning a house into a home. My penthouse never felt like this. It felt cold. A place to live in, but not a home.

I'm startled when Travis walks in carrying a box. He gives me a questioning look, but I turn around and ignore it. I leave and head to his car to take more of my things inside.

It doesn't take us long to bring all my things into the house. Fifteen minutes or less. I didn't have a lot, given that I lost my passion for shopping, so I haven't bought anything new in the past years.

"Looks like we are done," Travis murmurs, staring at the staircase, his hands on his waist.

"Yes," I reply. "I would have cooked, but I have nothing in the fridge. Maybe I can order takeout, and then later on I'll go out for grocery shopping."

"No need for that," Mom emerges from the kitchen with a smile on her face. "Seems like Ava stocked the fridge for you. You don't have to do grocery shopping. What's in there is enough to last you for about two weeks."

I smile thinking of her kind gesture. I make a mental note to call her later on today after I am done unpacking.

"That's sweet of her," Travis expresses in a soft voice before turning to me. "I can't stay though. I promised Letty I'd take her out for lunch after I am done here."

*I understand"

"And I also have a lunch date with my teammates. We need to discuss the oncoming tournament," Mom adds.

Mom is a member of our sports club's tennis team. For as long as I can remember, she has always played tennis. She never stopped, even after she entered her fifties. She's also excellent. Mom is the team leader, and they have only lost two games since she was elected.

"Maybe next time then," I begin with a small smile. "I can have you over for dinner."

They agree and after saying goodbye, I watch them leave. They wave at me from the car, before Travis speeds off and I am left alone. Closing the door, I turn to face my new home for the time being.

My stomach grumbles and I walk to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. I struggled to find the ingredients, given I didn't really know where Ava put them. I was just taking out a plate when the door opens.

*Ava?" his voice sounds, echoing through the house. "Did you come back to the house for something? I saw the door closing when I was pulling into my house."

We both freeze when Calvin enters the kitchen, only to find me instead of Ava.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he all but growls, his eyes burning like liquid fire.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I live here now," I say calmly, even though my outside appearance didn't reflect the turmoil that was wreaking havoc inside me.

My heart was racing and my palms sweaty. I knew I'd face Calvin, but not this soon. Not immediately after, I moved in.

"What?" he yells, his face red. He was completely livid. If he were a cartoon character, smoke would come out of his ears.

"Yes, I live here now," I repeat, trying to calm down my nerves. Cóntent from NóvelDrámá!!

"That's impossible." He speaks. "Ava would have told me."

I just shrug, trying to look unbothered and unaffected by what's happening. "I needed a place to stay and she offered.*

"Bullshit!" his eyes narrow dangerously. "It's not like you don't have money. You could have gotten an apartment or a house anywhere you liked. Hell, you could have continued staying with your mom. Why here?"

He's right. I wasn't lacking and if I was, I could always just ask mom for some until I got back on my feet. I don't answer him though.

He is rigid as he glares at him. His fist clenched at his side. "I don't know what your plan is, but I won't let you make a mess out of mine and Gunner's lives. I am warning you, Emma. Stay the fuck away from us."

I don't get to say anything before he turns and stomps off. Minutes later, the door bangs. I heave a sigh and slump against the kitchen counter. Our first encounter went better than expected. I am not naïve though. I know there is still a long way to go.