Ex-Husband's Regret (Ava and Rowan) novel Chapter 97

He had completely lost his fucking mind. It’s not unusual for people to stay married even though they don’t love each other. Nine years couldn’t change the fact that I wasn’t Ava biggest fan. Especially not after the stunt she pulled to get me to sleep with her.

“Then explain to me why you feel so strongly about her dating Ethan?” he insists.

“I already fucking told you! I wouldn’t have cared if she dated any other man, but something is just fishy with that cop”

We were going round in circles and it was only making me more pissed. I thought at least he would understand but looks like he doesn’t. Instead he has this stupid notion that I’m angry because I have feelings for Ava and that I’m jealous.

“I’ll be the first to admit that what Ava did nine years ago was wrong. We treated her horribly for it, but what if she wasn’t lying when she said she was drunk? What if she was telling the truth?”

“That’s impossible”

“Is it? We all wanted you with Emma. We’ll except for Ava. After what happened, we wanted someone to blame. It was easier to blame the girl who had been obsessed with you for years than to accept that both of you had made a mistake”

Looking at him quietly, I stand frozen. What the fuck had gotten into him?

I watch as he takes out his phone and dials a phone number.

“What are you doing?” I question him suspiciously.

“Something we should have done a long time…I’m finding out the truth about that night” he says.

We wait a bit and then someone answers the phone. I stare at him numbly as he ask the person to get him the video footage from the bar and the hotel. He then commands him to get it within an hour.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve by digging this shit up” I tell him after he hangs up the phone.

“Gabe?” I cautiously call his name.

He looks up. His eyes haunted as he silently gives me his phone. I take it with shaky hands, knowing I won’t like what I see.

Slowly, I look down at his phone. I watch as everything unfolds. I watch as the truth I held on for so long crumbles. I watch as the real events of that night are revealed.

Cursing, I stand up. Unable to bear the impact of what that video meant.

Ava had been telling the truth the whole time. We were both drunk, meaning for the past nine years she was blamed and punished for something that wasn’t her fault.

“Fuck!” I shout, unable to contain the crushing weight inside me.