Ex-Husband's Regret



I fumble and twist my hands as I wait for my therapist to be done with her current client. I'm so tempted to flee, but that would just make me look like a coward, I was already tired of being one.

My phone rings, pulling from my thoughts. I sigh in relief, so grateful and happy for the interruption. Without even checking the caller ID, I swipe the screen and accept the call.

"Are you there, yet?" her voice comes through the phone.

I don't have to guess who it is. Her voice is ingrained on my brain. I would know it anywhere. Even in my dreams.

"Hello to you too," I reply sarcastically, and lean back against the chair, feeling myself start to relax.

The room was painted in a warm orange color. You would think it would look ugly, but it doesn't. It makes the room feel welcoming. It also gives you the impression of a warm sunset.

Color isn't the only thing that makes this room welcoming. There are also the soft and fluffy pillows. The live potted plants, flowers and interesting art. I guess the whole interior is meant to put you at ease.

"Hey, now are you there?" Molly asks again, not wasting any time. "I just had to call and confirm you actually went for your appointment."

Sighing, I answer. "I'm here, don't worry about it"

Thear release a breath through the phone. She must have been really worried that I wouldn't come to appointment given how I was against therapy to begin with.

"Thank God! I was so worried, Emma. You'll see, this will be a good thing"Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I don't say anything, because what was there to say. I wasn't really sure if it would be a good thing on not.

Instead on dwelling on that, my eyes wonders to the art on the wall. Awoman crouched down; her face hidden. Her spine was visible and so were her ribs. She seemed to be in pain ( well that is my interpretation) as smoky tendrils of darkness came out from her.

I tried to interpret it. Was this some kind of warning? That maybe healing won't be easy. That I'd will painful and it'll leave me bared for my therapist to see. Maybe it meant that for me to heal, I needed to let go of the darkness that was holding me prisoner from the inside.

"Emma?" her voice once again pulls me back to reality.

"I don't know if it will be a good thing. We'll just have to wait and see," I reply absentmindedly and give her the only answer I can.

"I'm just glad that you went, that's what important to me. That you are willing to try"

I smile even though she can't even see me. I know we have our disagreements especially when it came to Gunner and Calvin, but Molly has never judged me. Instead, she's been there for me through my worst.

"Thanks, Molly" I tell her, just as the secretary lifts her ringing phone and signals to me.

"I need to go" I tell her. "I think my session is about to begin"

"Okay. Good luck and don't forget to call and tell me how it goes"

"Will do

After saying goodbye, I hang up the phone and throw it inside my bag. I then stand up and go to the front desk.

"She'll be with you in a minute" the secretary says and I just nod my head. A minute or so later, the door handle twists and opens. I stand rooted to the ground when Ava comes out.

She stumbles to a halt and we just stare at each other with nothing but shock

"Emma?" she whispers, her eyes wide open.

I probably look the same.

My eyes roam over her. I haven't seen her since her wedding and that was a couple of months ago. My eyes stop at her mid-area. It wasn't that visible making it easy to miss her baby bump given the loose dress she had on.

"Hi" I give her an awkward wave, since I had no idea what to do.