Ex-Husband's Regret

Kidnapped Ava Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

It’s been about two months after my house was burned to the ground. So far nothing has

happened to me in those few months.

There hasn’t been any more attacks. It’s been quiet and I was hoping the bastard had given up on

killing me.

The chief told me not to get my hopes high. He advised to stay on guard and be on the lookout.

According to him, such people don’t give up easily. He told me that he or she was probably

bidding their time. Planning. Waiting for the perfect time to attack.

I get what he was saying, but it’s hard not to have hope when they have been quiet. It’s easy to

relax and let my guard down when it seems like they’ve left me alone.

These past few months have been the best of my life. Of course it can’t compare to those moments

I’m with Noah, but they have been pretty great nonetheless.

What made them the best was Ethan. Every moment I’ve been with him has taught me something

new about myself.

I love being around him and if I’m honest with myself, then I’ll admit that I’ve developed feelings

for him.

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted Rowan to be. Kind, loving and attentive. Not to mention that the

sex is amazing. I see the soft look in his eyes as he stares at me and I always fucking hope that he

feels the same way I do.

I can see myself building a life with him. That is if he wants me.

Most would probably say that I’m moving too fast. Maybe I am, but I don’t think so. I’ve wasted

nine years loving a man that didn’t deserve my love. Nine years with a man that hated me. Of

course when I get a chance to be happy I’m going to grab it with both hands. It’s not even

something to think about or debate.

My phone ringing brings me out of my happy thoughts of Ethan. I was a woman on cloud nine and

nothing could bring me down.

“Where the hell are you?” Letty’s screaming voice comes through the speaker.

We were having our weekly meet up and I was a little bit late. Blame it on Ethan and his expert

tongue

“Chill woman. I’m just pulling up” I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me.

Letty doesn’t like lateness, which is funny because she’s late like eighty percent of the time.

“Fine!” She huffs before hanging up.

I park my car and get out. Rushing into the club, I spot her in the VIP section almost immediately.

Today we decided to do something different. We usually meet in restaurants, but Letty wanted to

unwind. I immediately agreed. I’ve never been to an actual club and I’ve only ever drunk twice.

The night Rowan and I messed up and the night Ethan and I first slept together, both I went to

bars.

It’s funny really. The first time I slept with both men, I was drinking. With Ethan, though, I was

tipsy and I remember everything. With Rowan, I only remember bits and pieces.

“Finally” she says when I take a seat opposite her.

Given we were in the VIP section, it wasn’t that noisy and so I could hear her clearly.

“Sorry, I got caught up doing something” I smirk.

She grins at me already knowing what I was caught up doing. I didn’t need to dive into the details.

It was simple for her to understand.

“Then cheers to you babe!” She shrieks in happiness.

She picks her glass up and hold it up in the air before downing it. With the way she was behaving,

I’m going to take a guess and assume that she was already tipsy.

“You should get this drink…it’s the shit” she says then calls the bartender and ask him to bring me

a glass.

A few minutes later, he is back with my drink. I taste it and my eyes bulge wide.

“Told you it was good” she smiles.

“It really is” I answer in amazement.

It is just as I like it. Nice and sweet. I don’t like the bitter taste of alcohol. That’s why I rarely have

“So, how have things been?” I ask her after a while.

“Not bad, but it has been a hectic week” she answers with a sigh.

“Anything I can help with?”

“If you can give me an extra pair of hands, legs and a new brain then yes” she leans back against

the couch.

I chuckle. “Now that’s something I can’t help you with”

“And you? Have you managed to get in touch with Rowan?” She inquires.

Since the day he and Ethan fought, I haven’t been able to get in touch with him. Even when it’s

concerning Noah. When I call he doesn’t pick up. When I send him a message I get a response

from his lawyer instead.

I should be happy. I’m the one that came up with that idea in the first place, but something about

it doesn’t feel right. It was like he was avoiding me and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand

why.

I sigh. “Nope. He doesn’t want to talk to me and I won’t force issues…besides, I’m the one that

asked him to keep his distance. He’s probably for once respecting my wishes”

“I highly doubt it” she murmurs with a far away look.

“You know something?”

“Not really, but I’m suspecting something happened”

I look at her in doubt. The only thing that might have happened is if Emma asked him to stay

away from me. I doubt that though. Rowan isn’t someone to do as he’s told. Especially if whatever

he’s being told involves Noah.

I shake my head to clear it. “I doesn’t matter. None of it matters for today. We are here to have fun

and let loose”

“You’re right” she says happily as she checks her phone. “Shoot. I need to use the bathroom. Be

right back” 2

She doesn’t give me a chance to respond before she rushes away.

I wait, but she doesn’t come back. I wait for another five minutes, but she’s still not back. I start to

get worried Standing up I begin walking to go check on her

I start to panic when I don’t find her in the bathroom. I rush back to the VIP section.

“Have you seen the woman I was with a few minutes ago?” I ask the bartender.

He smiles at me. “Yes, I saw her leaving through the back door.”

“Thanks” I murmur and leave. Wondering why the hell she would leave without informing.

Especially since her phone and purse were still inside.

I get out and start looking around. I don’t find her. I was getting my phone out to call Travis when

someone knocks me on the back of the head. I fall unconscious.

When I wake up, my vision is a bit blurry and my head is throbbing. It takes a while for me to

realize that I have been kidnapped.

My hands were tied and I was hanging from the ceiling. I shake the chains, struggling to get out.

“Don’t bother…you won’t be leaving this place alive” a gruff voice to my left says.

I look around before my eyes finally land on him. I was in a sort of warehouse. It seemed to be

abandoned because there was nothing in it.

The man that had spoken looked to be in his late thirties with thinning blonde hair. He had a

beard which surrounded a pair of thin lips. Amber eyes stared at me with evil intent.

“Who are you and what do you want?” I was afraid.

“Who I am isn’t important as for what I want, you already know” he answers with a shrug.

It was just like I had feared. My luck had ran out. Now I was here with this mad man and I doubt

anyone would get to me in time.

“Please let me go…I beg you, I have a son” I plead in a shaky voice.

I can’t control the tears that fall down my face at the thought of dying and leaving Noah.

“No can’t do…I’m being paid big bucks to kill you”

“If it’s money you want then I can give you all you want. I’m rich” I try reason with him.

If that’s all he wanted then I could fulfil his desires. It wouldn’t be that hard to transfer money into

“wish it was all about the money, but I took a job and I always finish my assignment.” He smiles

like that is something to be proud of.

It would be if it was any other job but not when you’re a cold blooded killer.

*Please I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything”

He stands up and walks towards me. He runs his knife down my face.

“You’re pretty and I would like to have you, but still, you’re not worth losing my reputation for” he

whispers into my ear sending chills down my spine.

I’m saved from his disgusting touch when the large door opens. We both turn and for a moment

I’m happy. I’ve been saved.

His next words, though, shatter my illusion.

“Boss, look what I’ve got” he smiling proudly. “I promised you I’d get the job done”

Everything inside me freezes as the weight of betrayal sits on my heart. I couldn’t believe my

ears. The person I least expected turned out to be my enemy.

How the hell did I not see this coming?