Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead

CORRIE

It should have been Devon in that casket, He should have died instead, not my son.

Haven was just four years old and death had to take him from me.

My throat itched as I groaned in pain. I don't know how long it's been, it feels like years since I saw my boy alive and that breaks my heart each time I gaze upon the casket.

And I was to blame as well, he died running into the streets, hoping to see his father. A phone rang, and before I knew it the front door was flung open and I heard screams and gasps only to meet him dead by the roadside. Someone had forged a phone call and lured my Haven to his death.

Haven was my baby, my only hope in this cruel world. There wasn't anything I would have done for him and his last words haunt me anytime I thought about him.

It was my fault for giving him Devon Remington as his father. To think Devon would have at least rushed to see his dying boy. But no, not even once, he was with that slut and didn't even bother to find Haven till now.

Not one day did he call me to ask about Haven and I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't attend the funeral.

Even if he did, I didn't want to see Devon.

I'll strangle him, I'll kill him if he dared show his face before me.

"Corrie." I felt goosebumps all over my body on hearing Devon's voice. Rage built in me, and the only way I could cope was laughing.

This was my defense mechanism.

So Devon really came to see his son, just at his funeral.

"Corrie." Devon called my name once more, I lift myself from the ground till I stood upright and turned to see Devon in a navy blue suit. I noticed a pair of red stilettos heels. I lift my gaze as I turned, of course he would bring Mimi. He had no fucking decency or atom of shame.

A hand grip to my wrist, I slowly turned to see Devon, his face written with guilt as he gripped tightly to me.

I immediately jerked away from his touch, scowling at him.

"I'm sorry." Devon started but I felt indifferent. Sorry wouldn't bring Haven back.

"I called you everyday for the past two months. I didn't hear from you, and you simply think sorry will solve everything? Even though we got a divorce, Haven should be your first priority." I could not hold back the tears as Devon looked more remorseful. His eyes begging for me to coddle him after my scolding, like he was a child.

A laugh escaped from my lips, nothing was funny about this situation but I finally made the realization that I was married to a child not a man.

"Go easy on him Corrie, it's not his fault." Mimi spoke out unretreating from Devon's back, facing me with a slight bump in her stomach the bulge through her red dress.

"We've been busy as you can see." Mimi said rubbing her stomach with a sheepish smile on her face. My eyes darkened and I froze. I sucked in a harsh breath and with every will in my body to turn to see my son's casket but the tears in my eyes made my vision blurry.

I saw the funeral attendants covering my son casket as my voice hitched, I wiped my tears with my arm to go and see Haven one last time.

A hand gripped me once more as I turned to see Mimi.

"Please forgive Devon, Corrie. He's not at fault. If anything, you shouldn't have fought for custody and gave Haven to us." Mimi said, her voice ringing in my head. My brows furrowed in disgust. Why the hell would she utter such. I pull my hand back as it lingered amidst the air.

"My son died and you have no common decency to at least be remorseful?" I raised my voice. If eyes weren't on us before, they were now.

In the most sweetest tone, Mimi replied.

"That's life Corrie, one has to die for another to be born." Mimi said as my blood boiled. Tears stream down my cheek but she pulled me in for a hug, I felt weak, like a cold splash of water was dunked over me.

"Want to know something? I made that call to your apartment that night." Mimi revealed as my body felt numbed, she pulled back a bit holding both my hands as she looked into my eyes.

"Y-You killed my son." I muttered in a whisper wide eyed.

"Did I actually? I was doing Haven a favo—"

'Slap'

It must have been reflex because I didn't register the slap until I saw the redness of Mimi's cheek. Her hand slowly clawed to get face as she immediately started forming tears around her eyes.

"Y-You slapped me?" Her voice broke as she held my gaze.