A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 62:

She didn’t even bother to mask her disdain. “No, we don’t,” she said coldly, her tone like ice water poured over a flame.

She stood and turned on her heel, heading straight for Dominic, who was waiting for her near the door.

I clenched my jaw and followed. “Raina—”noveldrama

She spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. “Fuck off, Alexander.”

Her words hit harder than I expected, each one like a slap to the face. My mouth opened, but before I could respond, Dominic stepped in, his presence towering, his expression dark.

“She said to leave her alone,” he said, his voice low and measured but carrying a clear warning.

His eyes met mine, daring me to challenge him. For a split second, I considered it. My fists tightened at my sides, the urge to argue, to push back, surging through me. But I stopped myself.

I looked past him, my gaze landing on her as she walked away without a backward glance. She didn’t falter, didn’t hesitate. She was leaving, just like she had years ago.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, my chest heaving with frustration. Liam waking up had felt like a sign—a second chance, a lifeline. But how the hell was I supposed to fix things if she wouldn’t even give me the time of day? My hands clenched tighter as I watched them disappear through the doors. I had no intention of giving up. Not this time. Not when I knew what was at stake. I had let her walk away once, but I wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.

Back in my office, I leaned back in my chair, the polished leather creaking under my weight. I stared blankly at the stack of documents on my desk—contracts, reports, agendas—all demanding my attention. My assistant walked in, holding a clipboard and rattling off details about the next meeting. Her words faded into the background, a meaningless hum against the whirlwind in my mind.

I couldn’t focus.

Everything about the morning had thrown me off balance. The sharp sting of Raina’s words, the venom in her eyes, the way she had walked away without a trace of hesitation—it all replayed in my head like a relentless loop.

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⍰ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・𝖼𝗈𝗆

I blinked and glanced at the agenda my assistant placed in front of me. The neatly typed bullet points blurred together, and I couldn’t summon the will to care.

“Sir?” she prompted, her tone tentative, as if she could sense my distraction. I skimmed the document without really seeing it, the words a jumble of jargon and numbers. My chest tightened, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“Send me the minutes of the meeting,” I said abruptly, cutting her off. I didn’t have the patience for this.

She paused, her eyes widening slightly, then gave a quick nod before retreating. I glanced at my watch, the sleek hands ticking toward noon. Lunch.

Raina would be wrapping up her workday around this time, probably leaving the Graham Corporation. If I hurried, there was a chance I could catch her. A chance to—what? Apologize? Explain? Beg?

The thought unsettled me. I wasn’t the kind of man who begged. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I apologized for anything. But Raina was different. She always had been.

Without another thought, I grabbed my keys and jacket, leaving the stack of untouched documents behind. I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to her.

Luck was on my side. I saw her stepping out of the building, her presence impossible to miss even in a sea of people.

“Raina,” I called, jogging to catch up to her.

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