Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 67

“She said that she wasn’t ready. That she wants to focus on school first. Why didn’t she want to marry me? Doesn’t she love me?” He asks, his voice full of hurt and pain.

I didn’t know what to say. Part of me was glad she turned him down, while the other hurt on his behalf because I could see that it was tearing him apart.

“You are awesome, Rowan. If she doesn’t want to marry you, then that’s her loss. I say, Fuck her, you can do so much better.” I raise my drink.

He stares at me for a while before smiling. “You’re right, fuck her,” he slurs as he clinks our glasses.

I don’t know for how long we stay there. We talk, dance, and drink. By the time we were leaving, we were both drunk, him more so than me.

He suggests I share his hotel room and I agree. I couldn’t go home drunk. My parents would skin me alive, given that I could barely stand straight.

He calls a cab, and a few minutes later we are in his room.

The moment the door closes behind us, he is on me. Kissing me and touching me. He rips my clothes off until I’m left in nothing but my panties.

“Fuck! I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he slurs while removing his own clothes.

I giggle. “Me too…Are you sure you want this? You want me?”

This seems too good to be true. That I was finally getting the man of my dreams.

“Definitely”

He leads me to the bed. Everything is a blur. I feel his touch, his kisses, and his love. It hurt at first since I was a virgin, but he made it better. Soon, we were both climaxing.

"Emma,” he groans her name as he comes.

As I drift into nothingness, I can’t help but think that something is wrong. He just wouldn’t confuse me with my sister, right?

*************

“Fuck!” the familiar panicked voice wakes me up.

He was livid. Guilt was written all over his face. Rowan loved Emma, and because of me, he might just lose her.

“And you want me to believe that? You have been after me since I was twelve. I go out to drink, and you’re just conveniently there?” He growls, firing those questions.

I ignore him and put on my clothes as best as I can without flashing him my bits.

“You think I planned all this?” I ask, motioning to the room and scattering clothes. “You’re not the only one who was drunk, Rowan” I insist.

I might have gone there intentionally but I hadn’t planned on getting drunk and losing my virginty to him.

He grips his hair so tightly I’m afraid he’ll rip chunks of it off.

“What am I going to do? I thought I was making love to Emma” he cries. “She’ll never forgive me for this, she’ll hate. I love her so much and because of you I’m going to lose her”

I feel hurt. Broken inside. Utterly shattered that he thought I was Emma. I don't remember every single detail, but I thought it was special, and now he tells me that it wasn't me he was making love to.