A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 218:

I didn’t doubt him for a second.

NATHAN

Sly. That’s what they thought they were. But they had no real understanding of the word. I lifted my wine glass to my lips, the rich liquid sliding over my tongue, and leaned back in my chair as the footage played before me. There she was—Eliza—leading Dominic Graham to bed like a puppet on a string. My lips curled into a satisfied smile. She was far more cunning than I’d given her credit for, sharper than that idiot Adelaide.

Adelaide. The mere thought of her soured the taste of my wine.noveldrama

I swirled the glass absently, my grip tightening as I replayed her call in my mind. “You think you can manipulate me, Nathan? I’ll talk if you don’t give me what I want.” Her shrill voice grated against my nerves. That insufferable woman had the audacity to threaten me?

I gritted my teeth, heat rising to my face as I thought about the scene. I could’ve let someone in the prison deal with her, but where was the satisfaction in that? Adelaide needed to understand her place. And there was no better way to deliver that message than doing it myself.

When I heard about her arrest, I was annoyed but not worried. I figured that taking her out of the equation would tie up loose ends. But then she became a liability, making demands and threatening to expose me. No one exposed me.

She was careless, weak. A stupid maid who let herself get caught. If my uncle had known the extent of her failures, it would’ve caused a storm I wasn’t ready to weather. Getting rid of her was a necessity. As I left that prison that day, one other piece of news gave me pause. Eliza—Alex’s little admirer—had also been arrested.

The news intrigued me. I had dismissed her before as a harmless lunatic, but hearing her name in connection with the Graham family again was enough to make me pause. I decided to pay her a visit.

I walked down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the cold, sterile walls. I didn’t know what to expect when I finally met her. Eliza. The infamous woman who couldn’t seem to get a grip on her obsession with Alex.

I had never given her much thought before—just another unhinged player in the tangled web of the Graham family drama. But now? Her arrest had piqued my interest. There had to be something useful about her.

𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗘 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝓬𝓱𝒂𝓹𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓏𝓮𝓻𝗈 𝓮𝓷 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸o

The guards opened the door to the holding room, and there she was, sitting on a metal chair with her arms crossed, her face set in a scowl. She didn’t look up as I…

I entered, but I could sense the tension in her posture. “What the hell do you want?” she snapped, her voice sharp and biting.

I allowed myself a small smile, walking slowly to the chair across from her and taking a seat. “Good afternoon to you too, Eliza.”

She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Not in the mood, asshole.”

“I’m not here to waste your time,” I said, my voice even and measured. “I’m here because I think we can help each other.”

Her snort brought her eyes, finally, up to mine, squinting at me. “Help each other? And why would I trust you?”

“You don’t have to,” I replied with a shrug. “But you might want to hear what I have to say.”

Her eyes were glacial, her posture stiff as she sat back in her chair. “Go on, then. Amuse me.”

I watched her for a beat, taking in the fatigue beneath her cutting presence. She wasn’t just angry—she was desperate. Perfect.

“You and I both know Alex had you tossed in here,” I said, my voice steady as I watched her reaction. Her jaw locked. “What’s your point?”

“Why?” I pressed. “What did you do to make him so angry?”

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