Ex-Husband's Regret



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Today was a day for just chilling and relaxing. I didn't have much going on, so after Gunner and I completed the chores around the house, he asked if he could go see Emma.

I was surprised at first, but I had promised him that I would with his flow. That I would respect his decision if he wanted to get to know Emma and allow her to be in his life.

She greeted him whenever they met and talked to him, even though he didn't always say much. Honestly, I think she times things so that they can meet. Whether he's going to school and she's going to work or he's coming back from school, and she's coming back from work.

Then she sent him a birthday gift. I thought that she was trying to buy him with gifts, but that's after I read the message on the card. It was short, but heartfelt. To summarize things, she told him that she'd be giving him gifts for every birthday and Christmas she missed.

I should be irritated but I am not. I know most parents would feel betrayed by their kid if said kid chose to get to know the parent that abandoned them. I am not. To me, Gunner's happiness is the most important. If getting to know his mother and having her around will make things easier for him and make him happier, then so be it. It doesn't matter what grudges I have towards her.

Besides, I decided to move on and leave the past behind. I finally asked Kinley out and she said yes. If I want a chance with her. If I want things between us to work, then I need to let go of my past with Emma. I can't hold on to it and expect it not to affect my current relationship. I have to let go of the old in order to receive the new.

So far, things are going well, and I like where I am at. Kinley and I haven't had our date yet, but that will happen next week since I just asked her the day before yesterday. As much as I wanted us to go out this weekend, she had a deadline she was trying to meet by Monday next week.

Sighing, I fix my eyes on the football match that I was watching before my thoughts cut through. I had missed a lot given that my team had scored, and I had missed it. Just when I was settling in, I heard Cunner's scream.

I sat upright, not really sure that I heard it right.

"Daddy, help!" came his scream. He hasn't called me Daddy in a long time. I went from Daddy to Dad when he turned seven.

I spring up from the couch, my heart racing in fear. He sounded scared out of his mind. All kinds of thoughts race through my mind as I dash out of the door. I swear if Emma has done anything to hurt him, I'll strangle and kill her with my bear hands. I won't allow her to hurt him a second time after he's decided to give her a chance.

I was running towards Ava's house when I noticed a commotion on the road. A man was pacing in what seemed like distress. There was someone lying on the ground, and a few of our neighbors were just coming out of their houses.

My focus was on Gunner, and I was about to ignore the whole thing and go get him from Emma when his form caught my attention. I stop dead in my tracks, watching my son

kneeling beside the body on the road.

Quickly, I get my feet to move and run towards them. My lungs felt constricted, and my heart was pounding. It felt like it was fighting to get out of my chest. I felt fear like I'd never felt before.

I get there within seconds. I push aside the guy and look down. That's when the sight of Emma hits me like a runaway train.

My eyes widen, and my heart stops for a moment. My knees weaken, and I fall down on the ground, unable to stand upright.

Emma is oozing blood from behind her head, her nose, and her mouth. Her legs were bent at an unnatural angle. She looked pale; her lips had started turning blue.

"Someone call an ambulance!" I shouted as fear gripped.

"Already have. They are on their way." I don't know who answered, and I don't care. All cared about was Emma being alright.

With trembling hands, I reach for her throat to feel her pulse. I sigh in relief when I feel it. It's weak, but it's there.

"I tried waking her up, but she wouldn't wake up. Why isn't she waking up?" Gunner tells me in a trembling voice.

Fuck I hate seeing him like this.. And where is the fucking ambulance?

I hold her hand just like Gunner is doing, begging her to hold on. I know we've had our differences, but seeing her like this is killing me. It's destroying something inside me.