A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 59:

The doctor continued, “Liam will need ongoing observation and care. Physically, we’ve made progress, but the psychological effects of prolonged illness and isolation will require attention. He’ll need therapy, support, and time to recover fully.”

Raina nodded, her voice steady despite the lingering tremor. “Do whatever it takes. Just make my son better.”

Our son, I thought silently, my chest tightening at the word. He wasn’t just hers; he was ours.

I turned back to Liam, who was staring at me with wide eyes, as though afraid I’d disappear if he blinked. I wanted to reassure him, to promise that I’d never leave again, but the doctor interjected.

“For now, Liam needs rest,” he said gently. “Too much stimulation could overwhelm him.”

I swallowed hard, nodding. Leaning in, I brushed a hand lightly over Liam’s hair. “We’ll be right here, buddy,” I whispered. “Always.”noveldrama

As we left Liam’s room, the weight of everything pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. My son—our son—had woken up, and the relief was immeasurable. Yet the reality of the situation was undeniable: this wasn’t over. Liam’s frailty, the doctor’s warnings, Raina’s tears—it was all a stark reminder of how much damage had already been done.

When I turned to look at Raina, she was with Dominic, her face buried against his chest. Her shoulders trembled as silent sobs wracked her body. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to comfort her, to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay, but that wasn’t my place anymore.

I hesitated for a moment before walking toward them. My voice was low, cautious. “Raina, can we talk?”

Dominic’s head snapped up, his expression cold and unyielding. “Leave her alone, Alex.” His voice carried a sharp edge, making it clear he wasn’t in the mood to compromise.

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to argue. For all my flaws, I could see when a moment wasn’t mine to take. Raina didn’t even glance at me, her focus entirely on Dominic, who guided her away with a protective arm around her.

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I watched them go, feeling like an intruder in a world that used to be mine. The ache in my chest grew heavier with every step they took. Yet amidst the pain, there was something else—a flicker of determination.

Liam waking up now, of all times, couldn’t be a coincidence. It was a sign, a moment meant to force me to confront everything I’d buried under years of anger, pride, and regret. I needed to tell Raina the truth—that we were still married. But how?

I could already predict her reaction. She’d demand a divorce the second she found out, and with the odds stacked in her favor, there was no doubt she’d win. Still, I couldn’t let that stop me. Telling her wasn’t just about the technicality of a marriage certificate; it was about something deeper. It was about fixing what had been broken.

Even if she never forgave me. Even if she walked away forever. At least I would have tried.

As I walked out of the hospital, my thoughts were consumed by the enormity of what I needed to do. How would I approach her? What could I possibly say to make her believe I was genuine?

The drive home was a blur. By the time I reached my study, the determination burning in my chest had solidified into a plan. I went to my safe, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked it. The divorce papers were buried at the bottom, where I’d shoved them years ago, hoping I’d never have to see them again. Pulling them out, I flipped through the pages until I found the signatures. Mine was neat and precise, but Raina’s… hers had a faint smudge trailing through the ink. A tear stain.

The memory of that day came flooding back, vivid and unrelenting. She’d been so quiet, her hands trembling as she signed the papers. I’d been too angry, too stubborn to notice how much it was costing her. And now, years later, that smudge was a reminder of just how much I’d failed her.

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