The Ex-Husband’s Regret: The Wife He Couldn’t Love

VIOLET I was stupefied. Words failed me. The situation was difficult to comprehend and look for a solution instantly. I knew Katie was a bastard but I didn't think that she would stoop so low as to do something like that. "Katie, I didn't...," I was still trying to talk when the people at the door rushed in. It was my husband, Stewart Johnston, and his mother, Madam Josephine who walked in on us. "Oh my! Violet! How could you do this to my child?" Madam Josephine gasped, raising her hands to her mouth with her eyes widened. She rushed to Katie and bent to her level. "Mum! Brother! Please, ask Violet why she hates me so much. I was only trying to deliver what you sent me before she got pissed off. She slapped me, mum. She didn't just slap me but pushed me to the floor," She explained, shedding crocodile tears. I was perplexed. This was beyond my expectations. Katie played the victim game effortlessly. Her cracked speech and crocodile tears were top of the game. I had really

Violet I knew she was the one because Stewart showed me her picture a year ago while talking about her. I wouldn't lie, I saw the love in his eyes when he was talking about her. I saw how elated he was, but I never paid full attention to it. I mean, why should I let it bother me when he was already married to me? Even if Willow returned on that day, they couldn't get back together since he was married to me. Her steps halted when she saw me and she flashed a wide smile. "Are you by a chance, Violet?" She questioned, leaning her head backward so that she could take a full glimpse of me. I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to nod my head like a lizard excitedly to the woman who took my place in my husband's event today? Was I supposed to smile at her and welcome her back? I guessed she knew I was having mixed emotions as she didn't wait for me to respond to her before she came closer and held my hands. "I am Willow. Stewart must have told you about me. Thank you so much

~VIOLET~ "I didn't do anything to Willow. I have no hand in her miscarriage. She threw herself down the stairs just to implicate me. I tried holding her but my pace couldn't beat hers," I explained to Stewart, hoping that he would believe me and see Willow for who she truly was. That woman must be insane. I couldn't help but wonder if ruining my marriage was worth her life. What if she died in the process of proving an unsolicited point? "You are a stupid bloody liar. I fucking saw you pushed her. All for what? Are you afraid that she might snatch your only source of income from you? Are you afraid of returning to the slums where you belonged to?" He barked, anger vivid in his eyes. It was evident that he didn't believe me at all. What has that sneaky woman told him? He was supposed to be apologizing after hurting me. He hit me for the first time just because of Willow. He left me in the pool of my own blood, watching me as I slowly drifted into death. A weird cold grasped me as

~STEWART~What insolence! Who does Violet even think she is? She was acting all mighty and brave and thought she was all that. How would she live her life without me? I doubt she thought about the consequences of her statement before uttering them. I had never been this certain. She will crawl back to me and ask for my forgiveness. She couldn't do anything without me. That girl is useless without me. She said everything she said just because she was in the midst of people. She was merely trying to save a face.I scoffed. "What is the use of saving a face when she has lost her self-respect and dignity to me?" "Babe!" Willow's weak voice wafted into my ears, causing me to snap out of my reverie. I didn't know I had walked into her private ward. I just couldn't take the scene at the public ward out of my head. Violet dared ask me for a divorce. She must be a nut. "Where is Violet?" She asked, her eyes trailing behind me. "She is an ungrateful bastard. She fucking refused to come wit

~VIOLET~I heard a shattering sound in my ears and I knew for a fact that it was my heart and entire existence crushing like they were tumblers. My knees weakened and my hands shook slightly. I swiftly masked my emotion with a forced smile before anyone could catch a glimpse of it. I was afraid that they could use that against me.I scoffed, a part of my heart tearing, while my eyes were fixed on the paper he tossed at me. "What now? You don't want to sign them anymore?" He questioned, giving me a scrutiny look. He giggled, "I thought you said you could live without me? Are you regretting all you said at the hospital and want to beg me not to leave you?"In my head, I kept repeating "YES" to his question while digging nails into my skin so that I could keep my sanity intact and remind myself not to fall for the stupid ideas running in my mind. I wanted to tell him that I regretted every statement I made at the hospital and beg for his mercy. I wished he could tear the divorce paper