A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 65:

“Raina, this isn’t the first time. She’s crossed the line before.”

“I know,” I said, holding his gaze steadily. “But people deserve a chance to change. Let’s give her this one. If it happens again, there won’t be another discussion.”

Dominic exhaled sharply, his frustration evident, but he nodded.

“Fine,” he said, his voice laced with reluctance. “But this is her last chance.”

“Understood,” I replied, turning my attention to Adelaide. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Adelaide nodded fervently, gratitude and relief etched into her tear-streaked face.noveldrama

“I won’t, ma’am. I swear.”

I offered her a tight, almost reluctant smile before stepping out of the room, the tension clinging to me like a second skin. The heated exchange had stolen any semblance of appetite I might have had.

Instead, I decided to stop for coffee on the way to the office. It was a small ritual, one that always seemed to ground me when the world felt too heavy.

The thought of a quiet moment with a warm cup in hand was the only thing pulling me forward as I left the house, trying to shake off the morning’s events. The café was a welcome escape, a pocket of calm amidst the chaos of the morning. The soft murmur of voices mingled with the rhythmic hissing of the espresso machine, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

I stepped up to the counter, ordered my usual, and moved aside to wait, my eyes glued to my phone.

Emails, a few messages from Faith, and a news alert about something I didn’t care enough to read—I scrolled through them aimlessly, letting the monotony of the routine distract me from the morning’s events.

“Latte, extra foam,” the barista called out.

I reached for the cup without thinking, still scrolling, when a voice cut through my distraction.

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“That’s actually mine.”

Startled, I looked up and locked eyes with the man standing next to me. He was the man from yesterday.

“Oh,” I stammered, my cheeks flushing as I realized my mistake. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

He gave me a warm, easy grin that instantly softened the awkwardness of the moment.

“No worries,” he said, his voice calm and friendly. “You can keep it.”

I hesitated, glancing down at the cup in my hand.

“Are you sure? I can wait for mine. It’s not a big deal.”

He waved me off casually, a flicker of amusement in his expression. “Really, it’s fine. Consider it my good deed for the day.”

“Well… thanks, and thanks for yesterday,” I replied, offering a small smile.

Nathan lingered for a moment, studying me as though he were trying to place me. Then, his face brightened slightly.

“I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself properly yesterday,” he said. “Nathan.”

“Raina,” I replied, slipping my phone into my pocket and shaking his outstretched hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, his touch warm against my skin.

“Well, Raina, nice to officially meet you,” he said, a playful edge to his tone.

I nodded, about to turn and leave when he spoke again.

“Wait,” he said, taking a small step forward. “Can I give you my number? You know, in case you ever need help again.”

The suggestion caught me off guard. It was undeniably cheesy, but there was something about the way he said it—lighthearted yet sincere—that made me chuckle softly.

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