A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 150

“This isn’t fair!” she shouted, her words laced with venom. “I worked my whole life for this family! You can’t just throw me out like this!”

The officers ignored her protests, dragging her toward the door as she continued to struggle.

Adelaide’s shouts filled the hallway as the officers kept on dragging her toward the door. Her voice was shrill, a mix of anger and desperation. “You all deserve to die!” she screamed, thrashing against their grip. “Especially you, Raina!”

The venom in her words stopped me in my tracks. My breath hitched, and I couldn’t help the sharp chill that ran down my spine. I stepped forward, my voice firm despite the unease bubbling inside me. “What are you talking about, Adelaide?”

The officer pulling her toward the exit paused at her insistence, his grip on her arm firm as she twisted to face me. Her eyes burned with a rage I hadn’t seen before, red and wild, as if she were on the verge of losing control completely.

“I worked my whole life in this house!” she spat, her voice shaking with fury. “I ran everything. Kept everything running smoothly! And then you came back, and suddenly, it was all about you. Everything revolved around you!”

Her words hit me like a slap, not because they held any truth but because of the sheer bitterness behind them. She wasn’t just angry; she was seething, livid, consumed by resentment.

I stood there, stunned for a moment, before letting out a laugh that was sharp and bitter. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “Everything revolved around me?” I repeated, my voice breaking slightly as I processed her audacity.

Adelaide leaned forward as far as the officer’s grip allowed, her face twisted into a sneer. “It was supposed to be mine!” she screamed. “All of it! Mine!”

I wiped at my face, the back of my hand brushing away a stray tear as I tried to steady my breathing. My laugh this time was quieter, darker, laced with disbelief. “Yours?” I asked, my voice laced with incredulity.

Alex’s hand touched the small of my back, a silent reminder of his presence, but I didn’t look at him. My gaze remained locked on Adelaide, her face a portrait of unhinged fury.

“You thought you could inherit the Graham fortune?” I asked, taking a slow step toward her. “What in the world made you think that would happen?”

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