Ex-Husband's Regret

The past (Part two) Two months later.

I stare at the pregnancy test in fear. Watching as slowly the line doubles indicating I was in deed

pregnant.

Wanting it to be wrong, I take another but it shows the same thing. I was pregnant with Rowan’s

baby.

Life these past few months have been hell. I became the pariah not only in both families, but also

in school. Everybody knows what happened between me and Rowan, but nobody believes me

when I tell them that I was drunk.

All the blame was placed on my shoulder because I was the slut that seduced my sister’s

boyfriend when he was drunk.

In school I’m bullied and in town I’m shunned.

My mother and father rarely talk to me nowadays. Emma cut me off completely, saying I was dead

to her. As for Travis, well it’s like I no longer exist in his eyes. I haven’t seen or talked to Rowan

since that night.

My heart has broken over and over these past few weeks. With no reprieve for the constant pain.

and rejection. If I had thought life was bad before, it was now a hundred times worse.

I felt all alone and now I was pregnant. Would they ask me to abort the baby? I wouldn’t put it past

them. They were still trying to get Rowan and Emma back together after Emma broke up with

him.

Looking at my room, I make a quick decision. I couldn’t stay here anymore. It wasn’t healthy for me or my baby. I place my hand on the belly, promising to give him or her all the love that was

denied to me.

Travis and Rowan were home so both families had gone out for brunch. Of course I wasn’t invited, they didn’t want me anywhere near Rowan. Hell, neither of them wanted to see my face. They all pretended like I didn’t exist.

I quickly start packing my things. I had some money saved up from my part time job. It would have to be enough for a new start. I could continue working until I was maybe eight just to get

more money, since father had cut me off his will, so I had no trust fund.

Deciding to only take the essential, I start throwing things into my suitcase.

I was just about done when the door to my bedroom opened and my mother walked in. Shit, I didn’t think they’d be back so soon.

“What are you doing?” she asks looking at my suitcase. There was no emtion in her voice. It’s like

she was speaking to a stranger.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m leaving…no need staying in a place I’m hated” I answer as I turn around to zip my bag.

She says something but I don’t pay attention. I needed to leave as soon as possible. The further I got away from these people the better it will be.

“What the hell is this, Ava?” the tone of her voice makes me turn around.

I stand frozen when I see my pregnancy test in her hand. Fuck, how could I be so careless as to leave it on my vanity table?

“Nothing, it belongs to a friend” I try to play it off.

“You have no friends…god, is this why you’re running away? As if it wasn’t bad enough you ruined Rowan’s relationship with Emma and now you want to steal his baby?” she starts pacing the room.!

“How are you even sure it’s his? You all think I’m a slut, so the baby could be anyone’s” I stomp my foot in frustration as she looks at me with an unreadable expression.

I just wanted to leave. I wanted to get away from all of them. Was that too difficult?

“I won’t let you leave, not until we find out if the baby you’re carrying is indeed Rowan’s”

Before I can do anything, she rushes out the door. A moment later I hear the door close and I realize that she had locked me in.

I wanted to scream in frustration but that wouldn’t help me. I needed to think of a way to leave. I look at my window and it was barred. They did that when they realized that I sneaked out through it that night

I sit down and clear my head. There had to be a way out A few minutes, my phone starts ringing. see Rowan’s name flashing but I ignore it.

I guess mother had told him, why the hell else would he call the girl he believes took advantage of him in his drunken state.

There wasn’t any other way out except through the window. Taking a chair, I hit the glass and

break it. I push the planks that had been used to bar it until they give way. I push my suitcase

through the window and it falls over.

Like I said, I was in the furthest room of the house, so the commotion wouldn’t have alerted

anyone. I slowly climb down, careful of the broken shards of glass. I release a sigh of relief when I

get down.

Happy that I had managed to escape, I take my suitcase and start dragging it. My eyes on my

phone as I order a cab. My happiness is short lived when I bump into someone. I lift my head and I

recoil in horror when my eyes clash with the intense greys of Rowan.

“Were you seriously trying to run away with my baby?” he asks, a dangerous edge in his tone.

I throw my hands in the air. Releasing my suitcase in the process.

“I already told mother it’s not your baby” I lie, stepping back.

There was just no way I was going to allow my baby to be raised in such a toxic environment. One

where everyone hates his or her mother.

“You dare lie to me” he snarls. “You were a fucking virgin. You may have foooled your mother, but

I know that child is mine.”

I’m momentarily taken a back that he would know I was a virgin. We were drunk, especially him.

“How did you know that?” I ask lowly.

“The sheets we slept in had spots of blood”

1 shrug off his answer. “It doesn’t matter. The baby could still be anyone’s. I might have slept with

countless men afterwards.”

His eyes narrow. There were raging storms behind them.

I pull my gaze away jusy as my cab arrives.

“I’m really sorry I messed up your relationship with Emma but I need to go. My life isn’t here anymore. I truly wish that things work out well between you two and that you end up getting back together.” I go to side step him but he grabs my hand and stops me,

He takes some money from his pocket and hands it over to the driver, apologizing for the

inconvenience.

“Rowan, let me go” I pull my hand but he still doesn’t let go.

“No, we are going to get married right now. The judge agreed to meet me at your parent’s” he says,

tagging me towards the house.

“I’m not getting married to you!” I argue. Was he crazy? Why would he want to marry a woman he

hates?

“Yes we are and that fucking final” the grip he had on my hand tightens.

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“We don’t have to do this. Think about it, you can tell everyone the baby isn’t your, I’ll leave and never come back. No one will ever know and after sometime, Emma will take you back. You’ll

destroy your chances with her if she finds out that not only am I having your baby but also that

we got married” I cry, begging him to see reason. “Please let me go and you will never have to see

me again. You’ll go on with your life like I didn’t exist”

He pauses in his steps and I think I’ve gotten through to him.

“No!” he states firmly “I may hate you but I won’t allow my child to grow up without his or her

father

With that, he pulls me into the house, where the judge, Travis and my parents were waiting.

About thirty minutes later, we were legally married. Immediately after, Rowan storms out leaving me with my family. I couldn’t even call them that because they looked at me like I was the

antichrist.

Soon after, I’m left alone. I place a hand on my belly and smile. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, I lie to myself.

Right there and then I make a promise to my baby that he or she will be born into a loving family. I was going to make Rowan fall in love me, that way my baby won’t be raised in a broken home. I smiled after that promise not knowing that Rowan was going to break me in more ways than one