Semua Bab A Divorce He Regrets: Bab 21 - Bab 30

RAINAThree things plagued my mind, circling like vultures over my exhaustion. Liam. That bitch Eliza. And Alex.Alex now knew the truth about Dominic. The real truth, not the one Vanessa and Eliza had painted so cruelly years ago. Should it matter to me? Could it change anything after all this time? I wasn’t sure. But the mere thought of it—it chipped away at the walls I’d spent so long building, threatening to let the anger and pain flood back in.I shook my head as if the movement could clear away the turmoil brewing inside me.“Raina!”Dominic’s voice startled me, cutting through the fog of my thoughts like a whip.“What?!” I snapped, the word sharper than I intended.He stood in front of me, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion. “Why are you shouting at me?” I demanded, folding my arms as if I could shield myself from the wave of guilt creeping in.His hands went up in a gesture of surrender, his brows knitting together. “I wasn’t shouting,” he said defensively. “But

RAINAI told myself I had one hour to see this through. Sixty minutes to deal with Vanessa’s scheme, retrieve the SD card, and maybe—just maybe—regain a shred of control over this mess. Faith’s delivery had thrown a wrench into everything, and my nerves were already hanging by a thread. But spiraling wasn’t an option. Not now. Not with so much at stake.The waiting room was a blur of muted colors and antiseptic smells, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead grating on my already-frayed patience. Dominic was a jittering mess, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His hands moved incessantly through his hair, and he mumbled to himself as if rehearsing what he’d say when he finally saw Faith and the baby. His anxiety filled the air like static, and I clenched my fists to keep from snapping at him to sit down.Ava, thankfully, was oblivious to the tension. She sat in a corner with a kind nurse, who had coaxed her into playing with some hospital toys. Her soft giggles were the only thi

ALEXANDER Liam waking up was unexpected—a miracle wrapped in fragile hope. Relief and panic tangled in my chest as I grabbed my car keys and bolted. I’d just retired to bed when Dominic’s call came through, his voice urgent but steady. At first, I thought it was about the project, but the moment he said Liam’s name, everything else blurred into insignificance.The drive to the hospital felt endless, my thoughts a mess of guilt and desperation. The image of Liam’s tiny frame, hooked up to machines, flashed in my mind, followed by the sound of his voice—a voice I hadn’t heard in years. My hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles white. How did we get here? How did I let it get this far?When I arrived, I sprinted through the sterile halls, ignoring the curious glances from nurses and visitors. My breath caught when I entered Liam’s room. There, by his bedside, was Raina, her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body. She looked so small, so broken, clutching Liam’s hand as if it were

RAINAThe moment I stepped into my car, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Whoever that man was, he’d done me a favor I hadn’t even realized I needed. Alex had been unbearable, his presence suffocating.As I pulled into the driveway, the weight of everything that had happened that day settled onto my shoulders. I parked the car and made my way into the house, determined not to return to the office. My head wasn’t in the right place to deal with clients or meetings.The familiar sound of baby coos greeted me as I stepped inside. Dominic was in the living room, cradling his newborn son in his arms. His face lit up with a smile when he saw me.“Decided on a name yet?” I asked, plopping down onto the couch and letting the warmth of the moment ease some of my tension.Dominic glanced down at the baby, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Not yet. I’m leaving that to Faith. She deserves to choose.”I nodded, touched by his thoughtfulness. It wasn’t surprising, though. Dominic had always be

RAINAAnother party. Another auction. As much as I had grown used to these events, they drained me. The constant buzz of chatter, the glittering gowns, the sound of laughter ringing hollow—it was exhausting. All I wanted was to be at home, wrapped in a blanket with Ava’s giggles filling the room. But Dominic had insisted we attend, his reasons vague but laced with enough persuasion to convince me.The venue was as grand as ever—chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds, walls lined with gilded frames, and the unmistakable scent of money in the air. It was the same crowd, too. The high and mighty of society, gathered under the guise of charity, but really just eager for a reason to flaunt their wealth.From my spot near one of the ornate pillars, I observed the crowd, my champagne glass untouched in my hand. Dominic was chatting animatedly with someone across the room, leaving me with a rare moment of solitude. It wasn’t peaceful, though. My skin prickled, a strange sensation crawling up