His Regret Began When She Let Go

“I demand you divorce her tonight,” Evangeline repeated, descending from the stairs. “It's been almost three years of marriage— Bryce, will you keep waiting for a barren lady?” Barren? Rachel kept her expression composed, though the words felt like a slow acting poison quietly destroying her from the inside. “Rachel, we need to get a divorce.” Bryce said, voice cold. “As you can see, Marissa is already pregnant with my child. I don't think you have a place in this family again.”Something inside Rachel cracked, she wouldn't have felt anything if those words came from Evangeline or the lady who claimed to be pregnant for her husband, but hearing those words from Bryce felt like a betrayal. “Yes. We can't afford to raise our child in such a hostile home.” Marissa chipped in resting her perfectly manicured fingers on Bryce's chest. Rachel lowered her head, biting her lip from the pain threatening to spill out. She swallowed slowly. Rachel lifted her eyes to Bryce and her chest twist

Bryce gulped down his whiskey, “I don't even know, it just happened. I had slept with Marissa four months ago, and she came back, claiming pregnancy. I just feel guilty.” Bryce said to his only friend and business assistant. Richard had always been his special advisor when it involved business and relationships. “I really do not have a say in this matter, Mr. Voss.” Richard said honestly. “I just think you have to face Marissa since she is carrying the heir to the Voss family. Rachel couldn't conceive and it's not your fault.” “From my perspective I really think you need to give up on her. You don't have a choice.” Bryce nods in affirmation. “I know, but it's hard to make this choice, Rachel has never hurt me, she's innocent. I really don't want to let her go.” He says, gulping another whiskey. Richard takes a sip of his drink and refills Bryce's own. “Mr. Voss, you have only a choice. Marissa is pregnant with the heir of the Voss family, but Rachel isn't. If you are willing to

Rachel's breath hitched. Bryce wanted to drop her off? It sounded so unusual and unlike him. Did he say it just to mock her? Or to make her regret the decision of accepting the divorce. She let out a bitter laugh, “That would be so kind of you. But you needn't to worry, I'll tell Alton to drop me. Thank you.” Bryce squinted before letting out an amused laughter. “Worry? I did not say I was worried, Rachel. I only said I want to drop you at your destination, and I will.” Rachel's chest twisted painfully. He had a way to say things that always hurt her, but he never cared. She swallowed hard as her hands clenched into fist to keep herself steady. “Bryce…” She was just about to speak when Bryce walked up to her and slid a hand on her waist. He raised her chin to meet his gaze as he stared into her chestnut eyes. “Come wife, let me drop you off. Wouldn't it be rude for a wife to turn down the request of her beloved husband?” He stared, waiting for a reply. Rachel stared into his

Bryce wasn't aware of what came over him. He just acted out of instinct. A few seconds ago, he was discussing a project with his business allies. Now, he was standing here…holding Rachel's grip tight. Rachel was visibly terrified. Her eyes were widened as he held her, his blue eyes piercing into her chestnut eyes. Bryce never cared. After their first anniversary, he didn't care about who she talked to, the kind of people she made her friends and if she gave her body to other men. But here he was, overreacting just because she is sitting with Dominic. Was that how much he resented him? “Rachel, I said for God's sake, what the hell happened here? What is he doing here?” Elara said, not hiding the resentment in her voice. Bryce turned to Dominic. “What did you do to her?” “Do you really care?” Dominic mocked. “Don’t pretend like you do, Mr. Voss. If there is anyone who could harm her right now, it would be you. Am I right, Rachel?”Rachel was mute. Every instinct in her screamed to

Rachel's eyelids fluttered open weakly, her throat dry and aching. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room and the steady beep of the heart monitor was the first thing she heard. Her body felt heavy, every breath felt like a thorn on her flesh. She tried to lift her hands, but even that felt so painful. She turned her head, and then she saw him. Sitting beside her bed was not her husband– it was Dominic Morello. His eyes were fixed on her. “What…are you…doing here?” Her throat was dry, making her voice crack. He did not avert his gaze. “Welcome back to life, Rachel.” She blinked, confusion swimming behind her tired eyes. She expected a nurse, or maybe Bryce and Evangeline. Not him…the man who publicly vowed to ruin her almost ex-husband. She tried to sit up, but a bolt of pain shot through her spine. “Careful.” He said, rising and adjusting her pillow. His touch was firm but careful. “You've been unconscious for a week.” “A week?” Her heart thudded weakly. “Where is Br