A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 202:

“What do you want?” I growled, my voice low and tight. I needed out of here, but I also needed to know what game she was playing. She leaned in closer once again, her smirk twisting into something darker. “You,” she said simply. “I want you.”

I stared back at her as incredulity pulsed through my body. “Cut the crap, Eliza. What do you really want from me?” Her smile only grew. “To be your wife.”

I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me. “That’s not happening,” I said flatly. “I have a wife. And if it’s money you’re after, I can give you that. But this? Whatever this is? It’s not going to happen.”

Her eyes narrowed, and the air in the room shifted.

The room seemed to grow colder. “Do you think I went through all this trouble for money?” she hissed.

I didn’t answer. I turned my back on her and began to dress, my movements quick and jerky. My mind raced. I needed to get to Faith, to tell her the truth before Eliza could spin her lies any further.

Buttoning my shirt, I suddenly realized something. I took out my phone, turned on the voice recorder, and held it in front of Eliza. “Repeat that,” I demanded, my voice cold as ice.

Anger contorted her face. “Listen to me before you destroy yourself,” she spat, her voice shrill and venomous.

I leveled her with a glare. “Ruin me?” I repeated, my voice low and deadly. “Have you forgotten who I am? I’ll find out the truth, Eliza. And when I do, you’ll regret this.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see then!” Her scream followed me out of the room, but I didn’t look back. My hands were shaking as I gripped my phone. The recording was safely tucked in its memory. I had one goal now: get to Faith and fix this nightmare before it destroyed everything I held dear.

As I turned to leave the room, a gut feeling told me I needed to act—and fast—to salvage this train wreck. I pulled my phone from its holster and dialed my buddy, the owner of the hotel, urgently. He answered on the first ring.

“Dom, what’s up?” His voice was relaxed, not a hint of the storm brewing here.

M𝒐𝓻𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝓹𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝑓𝓇𝒐𝓂 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝗰𝗈𝗺

“I want all the surveillance from yesterday,” I told him, my tone leaving no room for discussion.

There was a moment of hesitation. “Surveillance? Dom, what the hell is going on?”

“Just do it,” I barked. “Send it to me now. No questions.”noveldrama

“Alright, alright,” he said, sounding properly scared now. “I’ll get it to you.”

I hung up before he could say another word, my hands tightening on the steering wheel as I drove home. The roads blurred in front of me as my mind spun with what I was going to have to deal with. I rehearsed what I would say to Faith, but nothing seemed good enough.

As I pulled into the driveway, I sat in the car for a moment, my hands clenching the steering wheel. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. “She’ll believe me. She has to.”

Finally, I hauled myself out of the car and trudged up to the front door. As soon as I stepped inside, I could feel it—something in the room was different. Everyone was in the living room. All their eyes turned toward me the instant I walked in.

Alex was the first to speak, his voice sharp and accusatory. “What the fuck, Dominic? Where the hell have you been?”

I didn’t answer him. My eyes were fixed on Faith, who was already walking toward me. She flung her arms around me, clinging tightly, her body shaking against mine.

“Faith,” I whispered, holding her close. Her eyes were red and puffy, her skin deathly pale. She had been crying for ages. My heart broke seeing her like that.

I bent to kiss her forehead, then pulled back slightly to look at her. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Something happened.”

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