A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 33

Another party. Another action. As much as I had grown used to these events, they drained me. The constant buzz of chatter, the glittering gowns, the sound of Laughter ringing hollow–it was exhausting. All I wanted was to be at home, wrapped in a blanket with Ava’s giggles filling the room. But Dominic had insisted we attend, his reasons vague but laced with enough persuasion to comince me.

The venue was as grand as ever–chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds, walls lined with gilded frames, and the unmistakable scent of money in the air. It was the same crowd, too. The high and mighty of society, gathered under the guise of charity, but really just eager for a mason to flaunt their wealth.

From my spot near one of the omate pillars, I observed the crowd, my champagne glass untouched in my hand. Dominle was chatting animatedly with some across the room, leaving me with a race moment of solitude. It wasn’t peaceful, though. My skin prickled, a strange sensation crawling up the back of my neck

I turned subtly, my eyes scanning the room for the source of my unease. I didn’t have to look tar

There he was–Alex

He stood near the entrance, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, his piercing gaze scanning the rooms until it landed on me. I held my ground, refusing to let him see the way my pulse quickened under his scrutiny. His expression was unreadable, but the weight of his stare was suffocating.

Achill can down my spine

He stood near the entrance, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, his piercing gate scanning the room until it landed on me. I held my ground, refusing to let him see the way my pulse quickened under his scrutiny. His expression was unreadable, but the weight of his stare was suffocating. I took a calming breath and looked wwwy, determined not to let him affect me.

But then it happened again.

That same prickling sensation along my skin. The unmistakable feeling of being watched.

This time, it wasn’t Alex

as inconspicuously as possible, I scanned the room again, the golden glow of chandeliers reflecting off polished marble floors. The fun of laughter and the clinking of glasses seemed distant as I searched for the source, it didn’t take long to find it.

Nathan

He sat a few rows back, partially obscured by a group of older men in dark sults. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, but his eyes were anything but. They were Jocked on me, intense yet unreadable, as if he were studying me.

The sight of him here caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected to see Nathan at an event like this. Sure, he had an air of confidence that hinted at success, but this crowd? These were the movers and shakers of high society, the kind of people who casually dropped six figures on meaningless baubles at charity auction. Nathan didn’t seem the type. And yet, here he was, blending in seamlessly, as if this world were as natural to him as breathing.

Rucher than expected.

A part of me was surprised. Another part of me.. wasn’t

I didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because then I saw bee.

My hear leaped into my throat, and the glass in my hand suddenly felt too heavy

She stood near the back of the room, partially concealed by a column, her posture stiff and predatory. Her eyes, sharp as lives, cut through the crowd until they found me. My stomach twisted as her gaze met mine, a cruel smile tugging at the cupners of her lips

The memories came rushing back, uninvited and relentless the terror, the helplessness, the cold malice in bet es as she looned over Liam. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, the stem of my champagne glass digging into my plan

Stay calm, Raina.

I forced myself to look away, to steady my breathing as my chest lightened. She didn’t deserve my tear. Not anymore. But the reminder of what she was capable of was enough to reignote the smoldering embers of deead in my chest.

I needed to talk to Dominic. I needed to contion that the SD card was safe, that the evidence we’d fought so bad to retrieve was still intact. I wouldn’t–couldn’t let Eliza win

But before I could move, Dominic appeared at my side, his easy umile and casual demeanor a stark contrast to the turmall raging inside me.

“Who’s that?” he teased, nodding toward Nathan with a mischievous glint in his eye.

tell my cheeks flush with heat, and I quickly averted my gaze. “No one,” I said hastily, taking a sip of clungagne to avoid his scrutiny

Dominic chuckled, clearly not buying my attempt at nonchalance, but thankfully, he didn’t press

I was just about to broach the subject of the Sand when a sudden jolt made me gasp, Champagne splashed across the front of my dress, the ley liquid soaking through the tabric and clinging to my skin.

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“you’re not going amwhere,” he said, his voice dark and cold.

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The man leaned doses, his grip tightening. “Someone paid good money to make sure you had an ultorgettable night,” he suerada. “I’m just here to make sure you

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that was quickly overtaking me. “I’ll pay you double,” I blurted out desperately, hoping to appeal to whatever shred of humanity this manmight have

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I struggled against him, adrenaline surging despite the growing weakness in my limbs. I managed to taise my knee and drive it into his goo

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Í thuashed against him, my voice boarse as I screamed to help, but the noise of the party downed me out. His has gripped the fabric of my dress, the (pating, Tablic sending a fresh wave of panic through var.

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