A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 127

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That night, I stayed close but kept my distance, leaving the door slightly ajar so I could hear if she needed anything. I lay awake for a long time, listening to the faint sounds of the house and thinking about everything that had led to this point.

This wasn’t about proving anything or earning her trust back. It was about being there for her, for once, in the way I should have been all along.

The next morning, a light knock on my door pulled me from my restless thoughts. I got up, running a hand through my hair before opening it.

Raina stood there, looking more composed than she had the night before, though her exhaustion still lingered in her eyes. In her hands, she held a dark suit on a hanger.

“This was ordered for you,” she said simply, her tone calm but subdued. “You should check if it fits.”

For a moment, I was caught off guard. She didn’t have to think of me, let alone do something like this, yet here she was.

“Thanks,” I replied, taking the suit from her. “That’s... thoughtful of you.”

She shrugged, her gaze dropping for a moment. “You’ll need it for today. Just make sure it works.”

Before I could say more, she turned and walked back down the hallway, leaving me holding the suit.

I took a moment to gather myself before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. When I tried on the suit, it fit perfectly. Standing in front of the mirror, I adjusted the tie and smoothed the jacket, a small smile tugging at my lips.

She still remembered my size. That tiny detail shouldn’t have meant so much, but it did. It reminded me of a time when things weren’t so broken between us, a time when we knew each other in ways that mattered.

For the first time in what felt like ages, I allowed myself a moment of quiet hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to mend what had been shattered.

The funeral was somber, the air heavy with grief and finality. I sat beside Raina, holding her hand gently in mine. She didn’t pull away, though she barely seemed aware of it. Her shoulders trembled slightly as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. I tightened my grip, a silent promise that I was there, even if my presence could never fill the void her grandfather’s death had left.