Ex-Husband's Regret

Fighting each other +15 BONUS

I was still quite pissed off when I arrived at my new house. It was going to take me some time to get used to calling it my home.

I park the truck and get out only to be surprised. Rowan of all people was sitting outside my house. I approach him with a glare on my face.

“If you’re here to scold me about Emma, you can just walk your ass back to your car and leave” I tell him pointing at his sleek black Ashton Martin.

I swear, if he was here to cause me trouble, I was going to beat his ass all the way to space and back.

“What are you talking about?” he asks standing up. A look of confusion on his face.

“I’m sure that little bitch called you and told you a bunch of lies didn’t she?” I seethe,

remembering what Emma said,

I tap my foot waiting for him to confirm it. I mean why else would he be here minutes after my

showdown with Emma?

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re going on about, but I’m not here for whatever went down

between you two” he says running his hands through his hair.

“Then why are you here?” I ask, curiously.

“Travis called and said you might need help unpacking furniture” he walks towards me and I take

a step back.

At the mention of his name, my fury rises again. Those two were something else. Sometimes I

wonder how the fuck I was related to them. 3

“Don’t even mention his fucking name to me” I snap.

He has known Noah since he was born. So how the fuck could he just stand there and let Emma

threaten him. Then scolding me for getting angry was just ridiculous.

“What did he do?”

“He stood by when Emma threatened Noah and then had the gets to admonish me when I almost

blew her fucking brains”

I wait for him to blow up on me like he usually does. I wait for him to take her side. He doesn’t,

which comes as a big surprised

“She did what?” his voice booms and it may be my imagination, but I swear, I feel the earth shake

at his voice.

I swallow, not sure what to do now. I expected him to fight me.

“I didn’t want to fight with her, so I walked away. She stopped me by saying she would make Noah

pay given he was part of the reason why she lost you”

I take a step back at the storm raging in his eyes. Danger coats his eyes and electricity cracks in the air around. He looked ready to murder. A look I never thought he would ever have when it

comes to Emma.

“If she so much as touches a hair on his head, it will be the last thing she ever does” he growls

dangerously. His voice taking a deeper note.

I’m shocked. I won’t lie. His threat was clear. The look in his eyes told me that he wasn’t bluffing.

That he would really end her if she hurts Noah

“Calm down” I try soothing. “I’m sure after the warning I gave her, she won’t so much as look in

Noah’s direction”

I saw the fear in Emma’s eyes and I know at that moment she knew that she had crossed a line. A

line she knew would get her in trouble.

I had no sisterly love towards her. It ended a long time ago. She knew that, which also means she

knew that I wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if she hurt my son.

Rowan tries to calm down, but it’s a difficult feat. He has always had a temper and getting it under

control was difficult. He put a tight lid on it, but sometimes it barely contained it when he lost it.

“Look…“I begin, but his eyes go unfocused.

They were trained behind me. /The anger I saw in his eyes minutes ago multiplies ten folds just as

I hear a car door slam behind me.

I let out a tired sigh knowing it was Ethan. Ethan didn’t like Rowan and looking at Rowan, the

feeling was very mutual.

“What’s he doing here?” they both ask at the same time.

I step away to look at both of them. They are glaring at each other. Brows furrowed and fists

clenched Their jaw tightly locked.

“It looks like you’re both here to help me move the furniture, so can we get a move on it?” I don’t

give them a chance to answer, instead I turn and head towards the truck. (2)

I unlock it, before turning to face them. Six hands were better than four. Besides, some of the

pieces looked heavy. It would be easier for both of them to carry instead of just me and Ethan.

“Will you stop having a stare down and come help me?” I ask when none of them move.

Rowan grunts then stomps towards me. Ethan soon follows.

“So what will you carry first?” I mumble when none of them move to do anything.

They were beginning to get on my nerve. I was sure none would leave, if I asked them, but they

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Finally, Ethan moves first and grabs one end of the sofa. After clenching and unclenching his jaw,

Rowan takes the other end.

They silently move and take the sofa into the living room. Picking what I could easily carry, I take

them inside.

We work quietly. I did try to engage them, but they both seemed to be in a terrible mood.

Thirty minutes or so, most of the heavy stuff had been moved. I was getting some throw pillows

when I heard a crash. I rushed inside the house to find Ethan and Rowan, rolling on the floor,

punching each other.

“Stay the fuck away from her” Rowan growls, landing a punch on Ethan’s face.

I stare at them in shock. My mind refusing to believe that they were behaving like children

fighting over a toy. Not that they were fighting over me. Rowan would never fight over me.

“The hell I will…you had your fucking chance and you blew it” Ethan shouts. He lands a hit,

managing to punch Rowan in the gut.

“Would you two stop it!” I shriek, but no one pays me attention.

They continue fighting. Creating a mess in my house. Dropping the pillows, I go get a bowl of

water. I don’t think when I empty it on top of both their heads.

They come out of it and stare at me like I’m the one that had lost her mind.

“What they hell are you two thinking? Fighting and making a mess in my house” I scream at both

of them, completely pissed at their stupid behavior.

“He started it” Ethan mumbles like a petulant child.

“I don’t care who started it!” I take a deep breath before turning to Rowan. “What the hell has gotten into you? What is your problem?”

His eyes flashes. “My problem is that you’re dating this asshole!”

I so didn’t expect him to say that. I mean, why would he have a problem with who I date?

“Who I date is none of your business, Rowan. Besides, shouldn’t you be happy that he’s occupying my time and I’m no longer bothering you” I say folding my hands across my chest.

“If you had been dating anyone else then I wouldn’t fucking care, but this bastard is a whole other

story” (

“Would you stop calling him names!” I didn’t like it one bit.

Ethan didn’t deserve being called names and being disrespected by my ex–husband. What Rowan

was doing was uncalled for.

“Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you see he’s not the man he pretends to be? Open your fucking eyes and see the real him. Are you so fucking desperate to be loved, so desperate to have a man

that you’re ignoring the truth that’s staring at you right in the fucking face?” he mocked. D

The words hit me like shards of glass. Their sharp edges biting into my skin and heart.

“Get out of my fucking house, Rowan. I won’t let you disrespect Ethan or me” I seethed as my

hands balled into fists. The need to hit him almost consuming me.

He glares at me. His eyes sending daggers. “If you can’t see reason, then I’ll gladly leave. I won’t

stay here and see you making googly eyes at an asshole who has a hidden agenda and is only

using you”

He turns, but before leaving he gives me one last look. “Mark my words, Ava, the bastard isn’t who

he says he is and he will hurt you. When he does you’ll have no one to blame but yourself because

I warned you and you didn’t listen”

With those disturbing words, he storms out my house. Banging the door behind him.

Rowan is wrong. I don’t know what’s gotten into him but he is wrong. Ethan would never hurt me.

Unlike Rowan, he actually cares for me.