A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 237:

My heart twisted painfully. Caleb. Our son. He deserved better than this mess we created.

“You should’ve thought about that before you brought a devil into our home,” I whispered.

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You know what my father did to my mother. You know what I went through. And still, you did the same damn thing.”

Dominic’s breath hitched, his own eyes glassy. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t erase the past.”

“No, but I need to fix this.” He drew nearer. “If Raina and Alex could get things sorted between them, what’s stopping us?”

I rolled my eyes. “I need to use the bathroom.”

A lie. I needed to speak to my attorney. I needed to get the divorce papers into Dominic’s hands as quickly as possible.

His mouth opened to protest, but his phone rang, cutting him off. He hesitated, looking between me and the screen. Not Raina. I could tell. Good.

The second he stepped back, I bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

I leaned against the bathroom door, drawing in a trembling breath. My hands shook as I punched in the lawyer’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. Damn it. I pounded my fist against my thigh in frustration and quickly typed out a text.

Where are my papers?

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.

In a meeting.

I gritted my teeth. I don’t care. Are they done?

Yeah. I’ll get them over later.

𝖕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼: gⲁ‎․‎𝗅‎․‎𝗇‎․‎𝗈‎․‎ν‎․‎𝖊‎․‎𝗅‎․‎𝘀‎⸱𝗈‎𝗆

Later wasn’t good enough. I needed them in Dominic’s hands as soon as possible. I needed him to see it, to feel it, to understand that I was serious.

A loud rap on the door made me twitch. My breath caught in my throat as Dominic’s voice followed, low and frustrated. “Faith.”

“Fuck off.”

Silence. I could almost picture him standing there, jaw clenched, hands fisted. But I didn’t care. He could break down the damn door if he wanted. It wouldn’t change a thing.

My fingers flew across my phone. I’ll tell you where to meet me. Don’t bring them to the house.

Another text. Another boundary placed. One Dominic would learn to respect, whether he liked it or not.

I turned on the faucet, letting the water rush down the sink to drown out any sound, then pressed Raina’s name on my screen. It rang once. Twice. Straight to voicemail.

“Damn it!” I muttered under my breath, gripping the edge of the sink.

“You can’t trust people these days,” I murmured.

Was she on Dominic’s side now? Had he gotten to her?

A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I should’ve known better. Trust wasn’t something I could afford anymore.noveldrama

I stepped out of the bathroom, drawing a deep breath to steady myself. My hands were shaking a little, but I clenched them into fists, willing the weakness away. I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now.

Dominic was still standing there, his stiff body upright like a sentry, his piercing eyes fixed on me. Not a word uttered from his mouth, but the intensity of his stare made my skin crawl. He watched me like a hawk, expecting me to run the moment he blinked.

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