A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 44:noveldrama

Dominic frowned, his expression unreadable. “Doesn’t matter,” he said firmly. “We can retrieve the information another way. A broken screen isn’t going to stop us.”

I nodded, but the relief was short-lived. Just as we were about to leave, I spotted a familiar figure in the parking lot outside, striding toward us with determined urgency. Alexander.

Panic surged through me, and I grabbed Dominic’s arm, urging him toward the exit. “We need to go. Now.”

He didn’t ask questions, only tightened his grip on the steering wheel as we slipped into the car, the engine roaring to life. Alexander was closing the distance fast, but Dominic sped out of the lot before he could reach us. My heart pounded as I glanced back, watching Alexander’s figure disappear behind us.

Dominic glanced over at me. “Home?”

I shook my head, still catching my breath. “No. I don’t want him showing up there and causing a scene. We need to go somewhere safe, somewhere he won’t think to look.”

The tension in his jaw eased, and he gave a nod of understanding. We headed toward the office, where I knew I’d have a chance to examine the phone in peace, away from prying eyes and Alexander’s unrelenting questions.

As we pulled into the office parking lot, my fingers trembled slightly, the anticipation building as we headed inside. I wasted no time, quickly taking the phone from its pouch and examining it closely. But as I pulled the cover off, I felt my heart sink.

The SD card—it was missing.

Panic clutched at me, my mind racing with a thousand questions.

ALEXANDER

What a fool I had been. All this time, blinded by my own arrogance, by my anger. Dominic wasn’t Raina’s lover—he was her brother. Her brother.

Why didn’t she stop me at the hospital when I lost control and lashed out? Why didn’t she tell me then and there?

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The memory of that day resurfaced, sharper now, cutting deeper. Vanessa’s smug face as she handed me those pictures of Raina in another man’s arms. I hadn’t even looked closely at the man’s face. I’d been too consumed by rage, too ready to believe the worst about her.

I sat on the cold floor of Liam’s hospital room, my back against the wall, staring blankly ahead. Liam lay motionless in his bed, hooked up to machines keeping him alive. Guilt clawed at me, relentless and suffocating.

What had I done?

I robbed my son of his mother’s love. I took him from her, convinced that I was doing the right thing, that I was protecting him. I thought I’d been saving him, but instead, I’d failed him in the worst way imaginable.

I didn’t know how long I sat there, lost in my thoughts. Memories of Raina flooded my mind—her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy, the softness in her voice when she whispered my name. Our vows, spoken with so much love and hope, now felt like mockery.

What had I done to her?

And just like that, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t keep living like this—dwelling in bitterness and regret. I needed to make things right, to confront her, to tell her everything. That we were still married.

A bitter laugh escaped me. I’d never gone through with filing the divorce papers. Something always held me back, some faint hope or maybe just my own cowardice. Whatever it was, I silently thanked it now.

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