Ex-Husband's Regret

I stare at her, not really sure if this was a dream or not. Her eyes were unfocused as she surveyed the room before they finally landed on me.

I probably looked like an idiot, gaping at her with my mouth wide open. I know that I’ve been praying for a

miracle. Begging her to wake up. Now that it had finally happened, it all felt surreal.

“Rowan? What’s wrong?” She asks, her voice filled with confusion.

‘Fuck, Ava. You’re awake!” I yell in happiness, startling her in the process.

I grab her and hug her to my chest. It felt so good. So damn good seeing her with her eyes open.

Everything in me screamed in fucking joy. I was happy. I was amazed. I was mesmerized.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Her voice comes out smothered.

I pull her away from me and just look at her. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe the miracle that Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

had taken place.

Just a few minutes ago, I reached the end of my fucking limit. Her doctor had told us to consider the option of letting her go, and here she is. Breathing, eyes opened, and fully awake. It was a fucking miracle.

I hug her again, just to feel grounded. I wanted to treasure this moment for the blessing that it was. Tears.

cloud my eyes, and I let them fall. Fuck. Noah was going to be so fucking happy.

Hell, everybody was going to be. We’ve waited for this moment for three fucking months. Prayed every

single day that she would wake up.

Life without her has been gloomy. It was as if all of us were drowned in our sorrows and there was no ray.

Now she was awake, everything could finally fall back into place. I didn’t have to worry about Noah or Iris because now they have their mother back. No one could take care of them or love them better than Ava could.

“You’re scaring me, Rowan” she whispers.

kiss her cheek and wipe away the damn tears. I’m just glad that you’re back. That you came back to me. That you came back to us

gar down her soft cheeks. It’s been three months, so her wounds were healed. The place

ved her head to stitch her skull had even grown hair. No one could ever tell that she h

“Are you okay? You’re acting uncharacteristically,” she asks as she feels my head for what I’m sure is a

fever.

I laugh a full–body laugh. I haven’t laughed in weeks. It was good to have her back.

“I’m damn fine now that those beautiful eyes are open.” I can’t help myself, so I kiss her again.

She stares at me as if she’s trying to figure something out. Her eyes drop from mine to my lips, then back

up again. She then shakes her head as if trying to clear some cobwebs. She looks at me like she has

never seen me before.

That should have been the sign that something was so fucking wrong, but I was so excited that I didn’t pay that much attention.

I squeeze her hand and then grin. “Let me just get the doctor.”

“Wait!” she shouts before I can leave.

She moves close to the edge of the bed and tries to take the pitcher that was on the side table. I take the

few strides to her bed and help her when I see her hands shaking.

Pouring some water into a glass, I help her drink. I hadn’t even thought that she must be parched after

waking up from a coma and not speaking for months.

After she finishes her water, she faces me. Her brows are furrowed and her mouth is turned down.

“What is happening, Rowan?” she asks in a small voice. “Why am I in the hospital?”

“You were shot; do you remember that?” I take her hand in mine, reveling in their warmth.

She shakes her head. “No”

I sigh. I’ve read a few things about brain injuries. One article said that it’s to be expected when a patient doesn’t remember exactly what happened to them.

Kissing her hand, I stand up.

She looks at me suspiciously. Like she can’t figure out why I kissed her or why I was being nice to her. That should have been the second sign that something was seriously wrong.

Let me just get the doctor, and he can explain everything, okay?”

She nods her head. I turn around, and I almost bump into Rosa, her nurse.

was just about to go look for the doctor” I tell her happily. “Ava is a wake.”

the looks at me like I’m insane before looking behind me. The moment she sees Ava, her eyes glUW

Oh my gosh, let me just get Doctor Charles.” Before I can ask anything, she rushes out of the door.

Turning around, I head towards Ava and take the empty seat next to her. I still can’t believe that she is

awake.

“Why did the nurse look shocked to see me up?” She asks after a while.

“Because you were in a coma.”

“What? Seriously?” Now she’s the one shocked. I guess she didn’t expect that.

“Seriously. You’ve been unconscious for three months.”

Her

reyes get even wider if that’s possible, and her mouth drops open. I would have laughed at how fucking comical it was if it weren’t for the fact that it’s serious.

Her mouth opens and closes as if she’s trying to form words. Words that she’s having a hard time saying

and expressing.

“How’s that even possible?” Panic was now laced in her tone. “I don’t remember being shot. So how am I suddenly waking up in the hospital only for you to tell me that I have been in a fucking coma for three whole fucking months?”

The last part is yelled.

Her chest moves up and down rapidly. Her trembling gets worse, and her face contorts into what I’m

fucking sure is anxiety.

Take a deep breath, Ava,” I calmly tell her, and she does. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Before she can answer, the door bursts open. Nora, Theo, Rosa and Doctor Charles walk in.

Nora’s eyes fill with tears, and before anyone can stop her, she launches herself at Ava.

The panic that had dissipated has become full–blown. I know shit has hit the fan when Ava scowls right before she pushes her mother away.

“Who the fuck are you?” she screeches while looking at Nora.

Fuck Something was definitely wrong.