All Chapters of Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

YELENAI dropped into my chair the moment I stepped into my office, the door closing behind me with a dull thud.My whole body ached.The smell of antiseptic still clung to my skin, sharp and cold, mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood that never truly left a hospital, no matter how clean it looked. My fingers twitched slightly as I rested them on the armrest, like they still remembered every cut, every stitch, every second of the surgery.It had been a long one but it worked.I let out a slow breath, tilting my head back against the chair. The ceiling stared back at me, blank and silent, like it didn’t care how close things had been.Selene had been there the whole time watching, waiting, and looking for one mistake. Just one.Her eyes had followed every move I made, sharp like a blade, like she was ready to tear me down the second I slipped. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not with the patient’s life hanging by a thin thread.And somehow… I didn’t.I closed my eyes for a second

YELENAMy eyes stayed on the screen like maybe I read it wrong. Like maybe if I blinked, the words would change.Life imprisonment.My breath caught in my throat as I got hold of myself, “Tyler was… what?” I whispered, my voice shaking.Why?Why that?Why not death?Why something slow... something that would eat him little by little?Tears blurred my sight before I even realized they had started falling. One dropped on my hand, then another, then they wouldn’t stop.My chest tightened painfully.I had thought about this moment before. Prepared myself for it. Told myself I wouldn’t feel anything. That I was done with him. That he was nothing. But this… This was worse. Much worse.Death would have been quick.Over. Done.But this?A life locked away, with his curse crawling under his skin every day… twisting him, breaking him, driving him mad slowly…I covered my mouth, my shoulders shaking. “No…” I choked out.I didn’t want to picture it. I didn’t want to see him like that in my head.

YELENA“Oh yes, right!” Tristan pulled back suddenly, stepping away from me as he’d just remembered something urgent. His hand reached the gas, switched it off, and immediately a rush of steam escaped from the pot, filling the kitchen with that warm, rich scent that made my stomach growl despite myself. I didn’t even realize when I had walked closer, drawn in by the smell.It was… inviting. Even though it had burnt a little, the aroma wrapped around me, soft and strong at the same time, like him.He stirred the pot gently, and I watched, fascinated, wondering… how did he know how to cook? I didn’t know he could cook at all. And then he turned, wiping his hands on a napkin, and before I could even react, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me easily, carrying me to the kitchen table.“Tristian!” My voice squeaked, caught somewhere between shock and fear, but also awe.He didn’t even stumble. My body was safe in his arms, but my heart was racing anyway.He set me down, his smile sl

YELENA“Oh my... you're a lifesaver!”Nyra’s voice burst through the kitchen before my brain could even catch up.She rushed toward the table as she had just seen gold, her hands already reaching for the pack Tristan had dropped earlier. That was when I finally looked properly.It was an orange juice pack.The exact same one with my orange juice.The one we had almost started a war over seconds ago.I blinked.Nyra didn’t waste time. She picked it up like it belonged to her and turned straight to the fridge, already opening it, already making space like she had been living here all her life.“Careful,” Vivienne said calmly as she walked after her, her voice soft but carrying that quiet authority.Nyra scoffed lightly. “Relax, I won’t break it. This is precious.”I didn’t even bother stopping her this time because my attention had already shifted. To him.I walked toward Tristan slowly, my brows pulling together. “When did you get this?” He didn’t even hesitate. “When I went outside.”

YELENAI stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds, just staring, not at my face but at myself.Then I sighed and reached for the small makeup kit on the table. I wasn't going to use it too much, just a little. Enough to not look like I just woke up and decided to fight the world.My hands moved fast to powder, lip gloss and then it was done.I didn’t even bother with my hair.I pulled off the towel I had yet to remove and let it fall freely down my back, still a little damp, soft against my skin. I didn’t have the strength to sit under a dryer or start curling it like I had somewhere fancy to go.I snorted lightly. “I’m going to a prison, not a museum.” That settled it.I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and walked out of the room without looking back.Each step down the stairs felt louder than usual or maybe it was just my mind.I already knew he was there.I could feel him. His scent filled the house, strong, steady, and impossible to ignore.Tristan.Of course, he d