Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M
Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Rescued Fuck, it hurts Emma screams in agony, making me come out of my shock just in time to see the manraise his pistol.

I scramble to take the gun that I had dropped and immediately fire. He drops to the ground I get up andrush to Emma, who was writhing on the ground.

I don’t even check if the man was alive or dead. Right now, it didn’t fucking matter to me. Not when I’mpumped full of adrenaline and Emma was bleeding on the ground.

“I’m dying aren’t I?” she asks with tears filling her eyes.

I could have told her to stop being a cry baby, but I don’t. Not when she’s the one that shoved me

and took a bullet that was meant to be mine.

“No, you are not” I respond as I examine her.

She’d been shot in the shoulder, and it was bleeding a lot. I was worried. First of all, she might just bleedto death, and second, we were still in danger. Someone was bound to replace us eventually.

“You’re lying!” she hisses when I put pressure on the wound. “If I’m not dying then why the hell

does it feel like I am?”

I don’t answer. Choosing instead to focus on stopping the bleeding. As teachers, we are required toknow basic first aid. The bullet was still lodged inside, so I couldn’t remove it. Not without knowing theextent of the damage. Instead, I rip the hem of my dress and tie it tightly around her

shoulder.

“Damn it, I should have just stayed in that fucking room” she grumbles, glaring at me. Her eyes

showed the pain that she was trying to hide.

“Come on. We have to keep moving” I say as I slowly help her up and we start moving.

Fuck. Rowan was going to kill me. Not only did I put Emma in danger by dragging her into my escapeplan, but I also got her shot. I didn’t know how to face him when we manage to get free.

Sure, others might reason that it was Emma’s decision to take the bullet for me. That I didn’t ask

her to do it, but Rowan might not see it that way. He will take one look at his bleeding precious,

Emma and blame me.

Sighing, I pull her up straight. I was currently supporting her weight. She was leaning into me as

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pace we were going I estimate that it won’t be long.

I don’t know for how long we were walking. Maybe an hour or a few minutes, I couldn’t tell, because it feltlike an eternity. I was starting to get tired from carrying both our weights. My legs were aching, my handswere shaking and my head was pounding. Emma had now almost slumped all the way forward and shewas weakening from the blood loss.

“Maybe we should rest” I pant.

“Yesss. That’s a gooood idea” she slurs, tipping forward, almost tripping both of us.

I look for a hidden place, before gently lowering her down. I then sit next to her and lean my

against the old car.

head

This place was like a fucking maze. It felt like we have just been going round in circles from the momentwe escaped that room. I was so tired and hungry that I didn’t care if they found us. I just

wanted some pain meds, food and a nap.

“Emma, I’m not sure we can escape” I tell her but receive no answer.

I face her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open.

“Emma?” I call again, but she still doesn’t answer.

My heart starts going haywire and panic begins setting in.

I shake her and her body tips. I catch her before she falls to the ground. Twisting her, I make it so thatshe’s laying on my lap. I whisper her name again, but she’s still unresponsive.

With shaky hands and bones laden with fear, I check her pulse, afraid of not feeling anything. I sigh inrelief when I feel it. It was a bit weak, but it was there. I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t

know what I’d have done if I hadn’t found a pulse.

Tears start filling my eyes. We were stuck here. Emma was bleeding and weak. I was tired and

aching and we were right in the middle of the enemy’s camp.

I don’t stop them when they fall. I was just fed up. Why was all this happening to me now? I

wanted nothing, but peace, but I am yet to achieve that. I hated this. Hated everything that was

happening.

I keep my finger on Emma’s pulse just to assure myself that she was okay. We will probably never

be close, but that doesn’t mean I want her to die.

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what we have here a weaver say “Twed of running? Or is your friend dead already?

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scary song than saving at with nothing but evil intent. For a moment I see

my life and before my eyes

Remember when I said that I don’t care if they replace us? Well, I take those words back. I didn’t mean anyof them I’m definitely not ready to die

“ease” I beg him as I watch him raise his gun

Part of me knew he wouldn’t shoot me For Reaper’s plan to work, he needed both me and Emma alive.Still, that doesn’t stop me from being afraid.

He cocks the gun and removes the safety latch.

“Boss doesn’t want you dead” he says, confirming my suspicion. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt youfor the trouble you’ve caused us.”

The evil glint in his eyes widens Looking at him, I see the evil that resides in him. He didn’t choose thiskind of job because the money was good or because he had no other choice. He chose it because hewas genuinely evil and he liked to hurt others.

I close my eyes when I realize there is no escaping him. Waiting for him to just get it over and

done with.

I hear a shot, but I don’t feel pain or the impact of the bullet. I frown and open my eyes. I am shocked toreplace Rowan standing before me like an avenging angel, with the man on the floor and a

bullet hole in his skull.

“Rowan” I whisper in relief, but then it quickly turns into dread when his eyes shift from me to

Emma, who was unconscious.

Damn it. I had forgotten about her.

I don’t know which fate was worse. Facing Ronny or Rowan.

“We need an ambulance. She got shot and is bleeding. She lost consciousness a few minutes ago” I

tell him, my voice barely above whisper.

He doesn’t answer. His face was stony, and that scared me more than anything. I was sure of one

thing: Rowan was going to retaliate against me when Emma wakes up and tells him that she took.

a bullet that was meant for me.