A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 3:

“Alex, please—”

“Alexander, to you,” I snapped. I didn’t care what she thought she was to me; only important people to me got to shorten my name like that. It irritated me when she tried.

It reminded me too much of the only other woman who’d dared to do so and how much of a phony she turned out to be in the end.

“Liam—You know you’re just using him as an excuse to avoid the wedding.”

She seemed to calm down a little and spoke directly.

“Mind your words,” I said coldly. “Like I said, if that’s how you feel, perhaps it’s time you get out. You’re not obligated to stay.” The words were sharp, intended to cut.

I didn’t love her. Hell, I never had. Eliza was convenient—beautiful, wealthy in her own right, and willing to play the devoted fiancée. But love wasn’t in the equation.

She scoffed, turning away, her arms tightening around herself in self-comfort.

“I’m not going anywhere, Alexander, but you can’t keep avoiding this.”

I didn’t respond—there was no point. I wasn’t avoiding anything. In truth, I didn’t give a damn about the wedding. Liam was all that mattered.

I pushed past them wordlessly, stepping into Liam’s room, where the doctor stood beside his bed. My son looked so small, so fragile—it killed me to see him like this, hooked up to machines, barely clinging to life.

“How is he?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

The doctor sighed, flipping through the chart.

“His condition is worsening, Mr. Sullivan. We need to think about the next step. Without a compatible donor… Well, the prognosis isn’t good.”

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure.

“What about the fetal donor option?”

“It’s still the best chance we have without his mother present. She would have been his savior. If you decide to go down that route, we can begin preparations.”

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘[․]𝖈𝖔𝖒

I glanced at Liam’s pale face, the machines beeping rhythmically, and my chest tightened. I wasn’t sure how I felt about bringing another child into the world under these circumstances. But if it meant saving Liam… considering I couldn’t find his whore of a mother…

I nodded—my decision made.

“We’ll move forward.”

As I left the room, my resolve hardened.

“Mother, Eliza,” I addressed them, expressionless. “You may move forward with wedding preparations. I’m ready.”

Eliza would get what she wanted—a wedding and a child. But for me? It was all for Liam. I would do whatever it took to save my son, even if it meant marrying a woman I didn’t love.

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