A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 130

“Do you really believe Adelaide’s excuse from earlier?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

Before I could answer, Dominic’s voice broke through the tension. “Believe what?” he asked, stepping out from the house and joining us.

Alex pulled out his phone and began typing. A moment later, he showed it to me and Dominic. Someone could be listening. Let’s find a spot to talk.

Out loud, Alex asked, “Raina, how about we take a drive? Get some fresh air?”

I hesitated, my instinct to decline warring with the growing need to untangle the knots forming around us. “Fine,” I said finally, adding with a small smirk, “but don’t do anything stupid. I still hate you, you know.”

Alex’s lips quirked up into a faint smile, but the light didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The words that rolled off my tongue so easily made me feel a twinge of dishonesty. Did I really still hate him? Maybe I wanted to. Maybe it would have been easier if I did. But the truth was becoming harder to ignore. Everything Alex had been doing lately—the way he was protecting my kids, his calm but determined presence—it was making it harder to maintain my icy exterior.

I pushed the thought away quickly, telling myself the drive wasn’t about emotions or reconciling. It was a calculated move, a way to sell the idea that we weren’t talking about anything important if anyone was watching or listening.

As we turned to leave, Dominic’s voice cut through the night air. “I don’t trust you enough to let her go with you alone, Alex.”

His footsteps were firm as he closed the distance between us, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Alex held up his hands, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Fair enough,” he said smoothly. “You’re welcome to join us, Dominic.”

The car ride was tense, the silence almost deafening as the weight of everything hung in the air. Alex finally broke it, his voice measured but pointed. “You didn’t answer me earlier, Raina.”

I blinked, turning to look at him, though his eyes were fixed on the road ahead. “Answer what?”

He glanced at me briefly, then back at the road. “About Adelaide. Do you think I’m wrong about her?”

I hesitated, crossing my arms. “It’s possible you’re wrong. We don’t have proof. What if she really was just checking if anyone wanted something to drink?”

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