Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 350

Ava.

My memories have come back, and

understatement. | was beyond angry. / nat I’m pissed off would be an yell eroBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

was furious.

“You lied to me!” | yelled at Rowan, my hand slapping his chest. It was similar to hitting a brick wall, but | didn’t care. “You fucking lied to me, you bastard. For months. Months, Rowan”

The knowledge that my memories are back dawns on him. Fear fills his eyes, and at first I’m surprised since Rowan has never shown fear, but then | remember that | was angry at him.

“I need to leave. Thereed to be,” | say without really addressing | search the room, and whe

anyone in patar.

and when | spot my car keys, | grab them. | was about to leave when Rowan grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“You can’t leave. | have to take you to a hospital; you fainted, Ava. You need to see a doctor.” His eyes are soft as he pleads with me.

“Let go of me, Rowan,’

me, Rowan,” | hold.

Cand. | try to shake his hand, but he tightens his “| won't fucking tell you twice, Rowan.”

“Please,” he begs, but I’m so done with him.

| twist my body, and using my right hand, | punch him right in the face. | feel a kind of sick satisfaction when | hear his nose break. Since he wasn’t expecting my punch, he released me, his face showing a mask of shock.

“ll deal with you later,” | tell him, the warning in my vo voice clear.

Without another glance, | leave. Only when | was leaving the room did | notice Calvin standing near the bed. | don’t tell him anything either. He also fooled me. In fact, everyone fucking lied to me, but | wasn’t as pissed off with them as | was with Rowan.

Jumping into my car, | crank it up and speed out of there.

The memories that had been forgotten and the new ones that | made all mesh and become one. My head is pounding, but | know that I need to do this. | needed to get this out of the

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As the lies Rowan told me are exposed, | become even angrier. | don’t know why I’m surprised. This is Rowan we are talking about. He is the king of grabbing opportunities and bending them to his will and desire. | should have seen this coming, but hindsight is a fucking bitch.

| played right into his game. | was a fucking fool; | don’t know how | didn’t read the signs. Correction: | did read the signs. | knew he was lying. Keeping things from me, yet | turned a blind eye because | wanted the fucking fairytale he painted.

At this point, | don’t know whether to cry or be impressed by the lengths he took to have me.

| don’t know how | get to the station, but | do. | was so distraught and so fucking angry that it’s a wonder that | didn’t get into an accident.

Pushing thoughts of my current state aside, | focused on what | needed to do. Everything that happened a few minutes ago could wait until | was done, then | was going to deal with Rowan for lying to me.

“Is the chief here?” | ask the first officer | find.

He stares at me with pulled brows. | probably looked like a fucking mess, but | wouldn’t dwell on that unimportant detail. “No, he’s not. He’s not supposed to come in today,” he answers respectfully.

| refuse to take no for an answer. “Call him; | need to talk to him.”

“| can’t do that, ma’am. Today is his day off.’

The more | stood here, the angrier | got. If it wasn’t already enough that | was pissed off, now this officer wanted to make things much worse.

“Tell him it’s Ava Sharp, I’m sure he’d want to hear from me”

“I'm sorry ma’am but | can’t” Right then, my anger explodes. | bang on the table, making everyone turn to look at me.

“You call him right fucking now or | fucking swear on your skinny ass, I'll shut this fucking station down. Don’t fucking mess with me.” | ground through a clenched jaw. “I’ve had a long day, and you don’t want to fucking add to it. Now call the damn chief of officers before | lose the little patience | have left.”

He must have seen something in my eyes because he scrambled to grab the phone. | leave him as he talks to Brian while | take a seat. My head was killing me,

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| tap my feet on the ground in impatience as | wait for him to arrive.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive. | slowly get up when he walks into the station, mainly because | am dizzy as fuck. “Are you okay, Ava?” Brian asks, gently grabbing my hand to support me.

“Yes... Just had a long day,” | reply, brushing off his question. “Can we talk?”

He nods his head and leads me to his officer.

After sitting down, he turned to me. “What did you want to talk about?”

“| want you to release Emma.” | get straight to the point.

He looks at me in shock, like he can’t believe what I’ve just asked him to do.

“Why in the hell would | do that?” he asks, puzzled.

“Because | got my memory back,” | say, taking a deep breath. “Before | blacked out, | saw the person who shot me. It wasn’t Emma.”