A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 75:

He stood there, unwavering, until the weight of his persistence chipped away at my defenses. With a huff of irritation, I snatched the flower from his hand.

“Thanks,” I muttered, begrudgingly.

His smile widened slightly, but before he could say anything else, the door opened, and the doctor walked in.

The moment I saw the look on his face, my stomach dropped.

“What now?” I whispered to myself, the words a silent prayer and plea. Nothing could happen to Liam.

The doctor’s gaze shifted between Alexander and me, his expression serious yet calm. “It’s good you’re both here,” he began, his tone steady but deliberate. “During Liam’s therapy sessions, we’ve noticed something concerning.”

I felt the air in the room shift, thickening with unspoken tension. My heart clenched, dread spreading like ice through my veins. Oh, God, please… “What is it?” I managed to ask, my voice barely audible. My knees felt weak. It was a miracle I was still standing as straight as I was.

The doctor hesitated, as though carefully choosing his words. “Liam’s cognitive development has been affected by his prolonged illness and coma,” he explained. “Although he’s five years old physically, his mental and emotional development remains at the level of a two-year-old. Around the time he went into a coma.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. My chest tightened, and tears burned at the corners of my eyes, dread following to wash over me. I turned to Alexander instinctively, seeking… something. Anything.

To my surprise, he was already looking at me, his brows furrowed into a look of worry. Without a word, he reached for my hand, his fingers curling around mine in a gesture so firm yet gentle it left me momentarily stunned.

I didn’t pull away. For once, I let him stay.

“What does this mean for him?” Alexander asked, his voice calm but laced with tension.

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The doctor sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “It means that while Liam’s body has grown with his age, his mind essentially paused during those years. Therapy will help him regain some ground, but it’s going to take time and consistent support. He’ll need patience, encouragement, and a structured environment to help him catch up to his peers.”

I nodded numbly, my throat too tight to speak.

“I’ll make sure he gets everything he needs,” Alexander said, his voice carrying a quiet determination that surprised me.

I couldn’t stay in that room. The weight of the doctor’s words was too much, pressing down on me like an unbearable burden. I excused myself quickly, fleeing into the hallway in search of air that didn’t feel so stifling.

The moment I stepped out of the room, the dam inside me broke. I leaned against the cold, sterile wall, covering my face with my hands as sobs wracked my body.

My baby boy. My sweet, innocent boy. How much more did he have to endure?

How much more could he take before it became too much?

All of it—the pain, the fear, the endless uncertainty—it was all because of her.noveldrama

Eliza.

Her name burned in my mind like a brand, fueling the anger that rose within me like a tidal wave. She had done this. She had stolen years from Liam, robbed him of his childhood, and left us all to pick up the shattered pieces of our lives. I clenched my fists, the sharp bite of my nails digging into my palms, grounding me in my rage. I would make her pay. For Liam. For me. For everything.

A touch on my shoulder startled me, and for a brief, panicked moment, fear shot through me. But then I heard Alexander’s voice. “Whoa, Raina,” he said softly. “It’s just me.”

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