A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 156

No matter how hard I worked, how much I tried to emulate her laugh or her poise, it was never quite enough. People always saw right through me, but they never questioned her. She was untouchable. Perfect.

I stared into my drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass as I swirled it. "You didn't win then, Raina," I muttered under my breath, my voice low and venomous. "And you're not going to win now."

She thought she had it all: Alex, Dominic, the Graham name, the estate. But she had no idea what was coming. I'd take it all from her, piece by piece. Just like I took Alex.

I smiled to myself with the thought. She probably didn't even recognize me. That was the beauty of it. She didn't see me coming, didn't remember the quiet, overlooked girl always in the background.

"Soon," I whispered to myself, fingers clenching around the glass. "Soon, you'll find out just exactly who I am. I'll tell you every single thing, once I am the head of the Graham family and estate."

My attention snapped back toward Dominic as he maneuvered toward a booth with his clients. I watched as they settled into it, laughing, ordering drinks. He looked quite at ease, very sure of himself. This was my moment of opportunity.

I watched as he mixed the drinks, my fingers drumming against the edge of the bar—everything had to go just so. I had studied this ritual for weeks, paying attention to every detail. It was time to put my plan into action.

The waiter took a step closer to me, balancing his tray cautiously. I leaned forward a little, letting a warm smile cut across my lips. "Excuse me," I cooed softly, leaning my head in to meet his hesitant gaze. "Could you do me just one little favor?"

He blinked, hesitating for a second. "Uh… what kind of favor?"

"It's nothing complicated." My tone was low, soothing. I folded a bill into his hand so he could sense the new crispness of the cash. "Just let me know when Mr. Graham gets up from his booth, alright?"

His eyes darted to Dominic's table, then back to mine. His voice shook a little. "U-uh, y-yes… suppose so."

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