Ex-husband's Regrets Worth Nothing

Faith's POV

“Get the hell out of here as soon as possible! Your filthy face is the last thing I want to look at for the rest of the day!”

In a fit of wrath, I screamed at the assistant I was working with. I watched as she jerked her shoulder as she dashed out the door.

“Fucking bitch! How dare she make me feel this way!” I mumbled something under my breath as I roughly reorganized the papers on the table in front of me.

I was in the middle of being angry when I heard a knock on the door. I heaved a sigh before inviting the person to come inside with a cold voice. “Come in,” I said. The door was then opened by Alex, who seemed to be completely bewildered as he approached it.

With his customary low tone, he informed her, “You have a meeting at 2:00 o'clock.”

“Alright,” I responded, maintaining my gaze on the papers that were spread out on the table in front of me. After I realized that he wasn't going to leave the house, I gave him a puzzled look and my eyebrows wrinkled. “Do you have anything else?” I asked.

I could hear him sigh as his eyes fixed themselves on mine. A trace of skepticism may be detected in it. “When do you plan to make this stop?” He started by throwing that question on my face. That made my heart pound. “Faith, it has been three years since we last spoke. Why don't you simply let him go?” He proceeded with his line of questioning.

After hearing those words, I felt a tightening across my whole body.

In the midst of giving Alex a menacing look, I accidentally rumpled the papers that were sitting on my table. I cried, "Get out!" and he bolted out the door the second I finished speaking.

I took a few slow, deep breaths, sat back in my chair, and closed my eyes as I did so. I allowed the pictures of my past to come back to me like a kaleidoscope of unpleasant recollections, despite the fact that I didn't want to do so.

**

ELEVEN YEARS AGO…

“I love you so very much, my darling. Now, give me a peck on the cheek.” This was a gesture I could never say no to, Atlas stated as he puckered his lips for a kiss on the cheek.

After that, I laughed, caressed his face, and reacted by saying, “I love you too.” After that, I gave him a long and passionate kiss.

At that time, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Nothing is more important to me than my relationship with Atlas. Me and him, that's enough for me.

Then, all of a sudden…

As Melissa broke into our little private time, things were just beginning to heat up. She welcomed us with “Hello guys,” which caused us to break the kiss short. Both of us were staring at her inappropriately.

“Damn, Melissa. You really enjoyed pulling us apart when we were making out, didn't you?” I whimpered, making her roll her eyes. After that, she smirked cheekily at Atlas and said, "Looking handsome, Atlas." She gave him a teasing wink in jest.

He said, “I know,” as he tightened his grip on my shoulder and put his arms around it. After that, he planted a kiss on my left cheek.

“Jerk,” I mumbled, making him chuckle.

We were the best of friends, the three of us, but particularly me and Atlas due to the fact that we had essentially known each other from the moment we were both born. Even before we were aware of what was going on in the outside world, we were inseparable from each other. We spent all of our time together, and despite how silly it may seem, both of us would sob when it was finally time to go home after spending so much time playing together. At least, that's what our parents had told us when we were younger.

Because of the strength of our connection, we have a great bond like an invisible string between the two of us. I was able to give him my whole trust and my heart when he told me about his feelings for me. I discovered in him not just a lover but also a friend—a genuine one.

As we began our first year of high school together, Melissa became a part of our life. Since that time, I have always interacted with her as if she were my own sister, and she has done the same with me. Since I care so deeply for this smart and lovely girl, I would risk my life to shield her from any danger that could come her way. I would agree with the many people who claimed that our personalities couldn't be more different from one another. I was a badass. However, certainly not the sort of blonde cheerleader with a snarky demeanor. Simply put, I was a rough girl—more accurately, a ruffian. Yet despite our differences, our mentalities were a perfect match for one other.

Atlas, too, acted more like a brother toward her in his protectiveness toward her. But I'll tell you what, he was absolutely, one hundred percent, head over heels protective of me, and, if I'm being honest, a little possessive as well. It was anathema to him whenever other men made an attempt to talk to me.

However, the quality that impressed me most about him was the respect he showed others. Even though he had a reputation as one of the school's more troublesome students, he never once tried to coerce me into engaging in ‘that thing’ with him. He was not in a hurry and could wait.

Oh, how much I love this devil!

“College is a rather dull experience. I despise it!” Melissa moaned as she rested her head on my shoulder and pressed her body on me.

“Well, you're right, but at least we were in it together. I have no doubt that we can make this enjoyable,” I reacted to her while stroking the top of her head.

“You mean having fun by making fun of the professors and other kids, or should I say getting into problems with them?” Atlas sneered and gave me a cheeky grin as he turned to me.

I responded with a smile and said, "Maybe."

“I believe it is time for us to go. It is so late already,” Melissa said as she glanced at the watch on her wrist.

After that, she got up from her seat and continued. Melissa was a resident in her own apartment. She was an only child, and when she was eighteen years old, both of her parents passed away in a car accident. She grew up without a sibling.

“Well, come on, Melissa. You live on your own. It's not like everyone is holding their breath for you to get back there. Relax and hang out with us for a little bit longer,” I urged as I assisted her in getting back on the ground.

As she fled from us, she yelled behind us, "I have quite a few school assignments to accomplish." I just chuckled. She actually is a school girl, the kind of person who would be terrified of not completing her assignments.

I immediately yelled out, "Watch out!" After that, she bade us farewell with a sweep of her hand.

On the way back to the house, Atlas and I chose to stroll. To state the obvious, our families lived in the same neighborhood, and our parents were very close friends.

When I turned around to unlock our front door, Atlas grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Don't leave me," which caused chills to run down my spine. I cherished the sensation of his hot breath passing over my body. After that, he began to kiss me all the way down my neck, which caused me to gasp as I pulled on his hair.

"My parents may catch us," I whispered in between muffled laughs, thinking that they might. But without any prior warning, he pressed his lips against mine, forced his tongue into my mouth, and drank in the flavor of my saliva. I let out a groan as he tickled my buttocks in a fun manner.

I said a friendly "Bye!" before I left. He returned my grin and kissed me quickly three times, not once or twice, but freaking three times! When he was leaving, he said, “Bye, my sweetie,” and then walked away. As we were still somewhat close, he blew me a kiss, which I was able to catch.

I yelled out to them, “Love you!”

“Love you too!” He responded with a yell.

**

PRESENT…

I forced myself to open my eyes and force myself to stop the fucktard thoughts that had been going through my head. I despise it because it irritates me.

But all of it is now in the past where it belongs. Memories that I really ought to just put out of my mind. Remembering those past events isn't going to benefit me in any way.

I did a quick comb-through with my fingertips. “I cannot believe how much I despise this... I despise these recollections! Fucking hate these memories…”

There is no way for the three of us to get back together. After a piece of glass has been shattered, it cannot be reassembled into its original whole state by any means. And so did the nature of our friendship.

I shouted at him and said, “I fucking hate you, Atlas Williams!”