A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 232:

“Dominic,” his voice was calm, neutral. “What’s going on?”

“Where are you?” I asked, cutting straight to the point.

“I’m just finishing up a meeting. Why?”

“I need you at the station. I’ve got something we need to go over.”

He paused, a slight change in his voice. “Okay. I’ll get over there in fifteen.”

“Make it ten,” I told him, hanging up before he could say anything else. Time was one thing I didn’t have much of at the moment.

I tucked my phone into my pocket and turned to Anthony. “Let’s roll.”

We drove across town in silence, the weight of everything pressing down on me. By the time we reached the station, Alex was already there, standing by the entrance with his arms crossed. Beside him was my lawyer, looking calm but ready for whatever was coming. I didn’t need to confirm anything from the surveillance with Alex; I already knew what had happened in that house.

We entered, and this middle-aged detective looked at me sourly as soon as I walked through the door.

“You can’t be here, Mr. Graham. Your wife has to be in jail for at least 24 hours.”

My response was immediate, my tone low but firm. “Bullshit, she acted in self-defense. My lawyer is here, and I have proof.”

The detective opened his mouth to argue, but my lawyer calmly stepped forward and handed over the evidence. The detective watched the video, his face hardening as the reality of it settled in. With a begrudging sigh, he motioned toward the holding cell.

“Fine,” he muttered. “She’s free to go.”

Faith was brought out, and the moment I saw her, something in me relaxed just a little. I didn’t have to say a word; my feet moved on their own toward her, and then she was in my arms. The sense of relief washing over me was crushing, but I could feel the tension still tight in her shoulders, the way she didn’t quite relax into my hold.

I pulled back slightly to look at her face, searching for any signs of what she was really feeling. “Are you okay?” I asked, softer than I normally would.

She nodded, but I saw the uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t okay. Not really.

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“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, the word barely loud enough to escape my lips. I couldn’t keep it inside—the overwhelming mix of anger at what she’d been through and relief that she was finally out. I pulled her back into my arms, holding her as tightly as I dared, as if I could shield her from every bad thing that had already happened and anything else that might come.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice rough. It wasn’t enough. Not even close. “I’m so fucking sorry.” The words spilled out of me, one after another, as if they could undo the nightmare she’d just lived. My lips found her forehead, brushing against the soft skin there. Then her cheeks—warm and damp, whether from tears or exhaustion, I didn’t know. I kissed her again and again, unable to stop myself, each touch saying what my words couldn’t.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered against her temple. “You’re not alone. Not anymore.”

My hand went to the back of her head, my fingers tangling gently in her hair as I rested my chin on top of her. Her frame felt so small in my arms, fragile in a way that scared me.

I didn’t care who was watching. The detectives, the officers, anyone passing by—they could stare all they wanted. None of it mattered. All I cared about was her, standing there in my arms, shaking but holding herself together. She didn’t have to anymore. I wasn’t letting her carry this weight on her own. Not ever again.noveldrama

Without thinking, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her toward the exit. The detective didn’t say a word, just watched as I carried her out of the station and to my car. I didn’t dare say much more, though. The relief of her being out of that cell was enough for now.

The moment we got in the car, I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone to dial my attorney. He picked up on the second ring.

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