All Chapters of A Divorce He Regrets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALEXANDERI took a deep breath. One was all I needed. My fingers hesitated just a moment before brushing along her cheek, my thumb grazing the soft curve of her jaw. Then, I kissed her.It was gentle at first, cautious. I was testing the waters, unsure if this was what she wanted, what we both wanted. But the way her lips moved against mine, soft yet insistent, told me all I needed to know.The kiss deepened, and her hands found their way into my hair as she pulled me closer, like I would slip away. Heat built between us, and before I knew it, the world outside stopped existing. All that was left was her: her scent, her warmth, her everything.We stumbled into the bedroom, her laughter breaking the kiss as we careened off the doorframe. I barely noticed when the door fell shut behind us."Alex," she whispered, her voice barely intelligible through my haze of mixed signals—of hesitation and want—."I want you," I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with need. I pulled back just

ALEXANDERDominic paced round the room, his steps heavy with frustration, and Eliza's voice could be heard from the other room, shrill and insistent. I tried to shut it out, but it wasn't possible. The woman had a way of getting inside your skin so that it felt like your nerves were frayed."She's already acting like she's married to you," I muttered, standing with my arms folded and leaning against the wall. "It's disgusting.”Dominic's jaw clenched. "You think I don't know that? I hate this as much as anybody.""Then why are you letting it happen?" I bit out, my voice rising.He quit his pacing and took a step towards me. His face turned dark. “Because I need to keep her close. If I let her go, she’ll run to the media, and the Graham name will be dragged through the mud. With Grandpa gone, we can’t afford that kind of scandal.”I shook my head, aggravated. "That's not a good reason, Dominic. Keeping her at your house-around Faith and Caleb is wrong. You're punishing your wife for no

RAINAHe’s said it a few times now. Those three little words that carried so much weight they left me breathless. I love you.Why did he keep saying it so casually, like it wasn’t a big deal? Like it wasn’t carving through the walls I’d spent years building around my heart?“Snap out of it,” I muttered to myself, but the words did nothing to stop the memories from crashing in.My reflection in the dressing mirror stared back at me, flushed and conflicted. No matter how much I tried to focus on something else, my mind dragged me back to that night. The night I’d been trying—and failing—not to think about.Who was I kidding?His kiss still lingered on my lips, his touch still burned on my skin, and the way he looked at me made me feel like the only woman in the world. For one night, he wasn’t the man who had broken me. He was the man who had loved me once—the man I thought I’d lost forever.I didn’t regret it. Not one bit.But the fear… oh, the fear was a cruel mistress. What if the pas

DOMINICI felt like absolute shit. Faith was right. Hell, everyone was right. What the fuck was I thinking, bringing Eliza into my home? Our home. I should've taken her somewhere else—dragged her to some apartment far away, anything to keep Faith from having to deal with her presence. Instead, I'd invited chaos into the one place Faith should've felt safe.I ran a hand through my hair, yanking at the strands as if the pain would somehow help me think straight. When had I become such a moron? My actions were normally well thought out and calculated. But not this time. This time, I'd let emotion and stupidity steer the ship.I glanced over at Faith lying so still in the hospital bed. Her face was pale, her breathing steady but shallow. The doctor had said she'd passed out from stress. Stress that I had caused. She didn't deserve this—any of it. And Eliza? I didn't care that she bled. Hell, I knew she was faking it, putting on her little theatrics. But Faith? She was really hurt, and I d

ALEXANDERThe second Faith's words hung in the air, I felt the tension ripple through Dominic. Her voice, raw and laced with betrayal, made me feel awkward just standing there. I could see why Faith felt the way she did. From her point of view, she was justified in wanting out of this chaos. Hell, I'd be furious too if I were in her shoes. But Dominic? I understood him, too. He was my brother in every sense that mattered, and even though I wanted to wring his neck for the mess he’d made, I knew where his heart was.All of this—every damn piece of this disaster—could be solved if they just sat down, had an honest conversation, and gave themselves time to heal. But Faith wasn't ready for that, and Dominic wasn't making it any easier.The ride home was silently stifling. I kept looking over at Dominic, who was holding onto the steering wheel like it might dissolve under his hands. Faith sat up straight in the back, her eyes out the window, body angled away from Dominic as far as the conf