Ex-Husband's Regret

Ave

I wake with a start. I don’t know what startled me. Maybe it was a dream or a memory. I’m not sure. It

was vague, and the images weren’t clear.

I detangle myself from Rowan and sit up. One name kept ringing in my head.

Ethan.

Was it someone I knew? Someone I should know? Was he important to me somehow? The questions

were endless as I tried to figure out who the hell he was.

Our bedroom was lit by the moon. It cast an eerie atmosphere. Especially since I woke up shaken by

whatever it was that plagued my mind. I turn the lights on still. Trying to chase away the goosebumps.

“Ava, is something wrong?” His sleepy voice makes me turn to him.

He looked really sexy. His eyes were sleepy, and his hair was disheveled Plus, his chest was totally bare. I swallow as I continue salivating over him. Rowan is a sexy and hot masterpiece. There was no denying

that.

“Ava?” he calls, bringing me back from my thoughts.

Should I tell him? It’s been a couple of days since I woke up, and the feeling that he’s hiding something

from me still persists.

I don’t know why, but my heart tells me that whoever Ethan is, Rowan doesn’t really like him. Everything was going so smoothly between us. I was afraid of messing it all up.

My mouth compresses so as to stop myself from blurting it all out. I was dying to know who this guy was and why his name filtered through the block that was keeping my memories from me.

Rowan sits up in bed, then turns me so that we are face–to–face. His hand on my bare arms sends shivers down my back. It makes me think that I wouldn’t mind his hands all over me. In fact, I would much prefer

that.

Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself. Everything was still so new. I didn’t really trust his affections

for me, so it would be a mistake to jump into bed with him, though we do share a bed. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Running my hand down my face, I decide to come clean with him. “I just woke up from what I think is a

body still next to mine, making me raise my brow at that.

Do you remember what the memory was?” he asks, his voice a bit hesitant.

And there it was. The reason why I think he’s hiding something from me. That, or there is something he

doesn’t want me to remember.

1 study him, but his face gives nothing away. Sighing, I shake my head.

“No, I don’t remember what it was.” I hear him exhale, “But one name kept ringing in my head.”

He stills again. He was doing a really lousy job at trying to make it seem like he was detached. That, what

I remembered, or the name didn’t bother him at all.

Sure, if you look at his cold grey eyes and his stoic face, you would believe that, but I know Rowan… and I know right now that he is tense for some reason.

“What name?”

“Ethan.” I pause and stare at my hands before looking back at him. “Who is he? Do you know him?”

Tension rolls off him in waves. He forces himself to relax, which completely fascinates me.

always had control over his emotions, seeing him like this… Fighting whatever was bothering him made

him more human.

I see it in his eyes. He’s debating whether he should tell me something or not. Seeing this, I grasp his hands, which were fisted on top of the cover.

“Rowan, who is Ethan?”

He takes a deep breath before exhaling.

“He’s Iris’s father.”

The simple sentence leaves me in a state of shock. I couldn’t believe my ears. I’ve wondered who Iris’s dad is since I woke up. Now I have the answer, but I don’t know what to do with it.

The mystery of how I got pregnant with another man still bothered me. I know myself, and I know I would never cheat on Rowan. I love him so much.

Unless things changed and I become a grade A slut, I don’t see myself being with any other man