A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 38

ALEXANDER

I’d finally found a way to make Raina stay with me. She could call me every name under the sun, curse me to hell and back, but it didn’t matter. I was done being passive, done sitting on the sidelines while she slipped further away. Raina belonged with me— even if it was the last thing she wanted to admit. Even if it was the last thing she did.

The doctor had mentioned Liam’s discharge, and I’d planned everything carefully. I’d stayed away from the hospital when I knew she’d be there, keeping out of her sight while waiting for the right moment to make my move. That moment came early this morning, just hours before she was supposed to arrive.

And now, as expected, Raina stormed into the mansion, thankfully without that boy toy of hers, clinging to her like could almost feel the heat of her anger from across the room. Her voice cut through the silence as she yelled for me, sharp enough to slice steel.

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I stepped into the room, calm and composed, even as she hurled profanities in my direction. Her words didn’t faze me. If anything, they fueled my determination. I leaned casually against the doorframe and said, “I thought you’d be here sooner.”

Her eyes blazed with fury, but I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I straightened, brushing off invisible lint from my sleeve, and added smoothly, “Would you like some coffee? I have a fresh pot brewing.”

Her face was a mix of disbelief and rage, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I had the upper hand. But Raina wasn’t having it. She exploded, her voice echoing through the massive walls of the mansion, filled with an unrestrained fury that could have leveled the building itself. She screamed at me, her words searing through the air, but I barely registered them.

My attention drifted momentarily to the little girl in Dominic’s arms, her wide eyes peeking out as she clung to him. My daughter.

She was the spitting image of her mother, just like Liam was of me. Every delicate feature reminded me of Raina, from the curve of her lips to the stubborn set of her jaw, even at her young age. My heart twisted painfully as I whispered her name under my breath, almost inaudibly. Ava.

“I’m sorry,” I thought silently, guilt stabbing at me. My resolve solidified. I’d fix all of this–somehow.

I shifted my focus back to Raina, whose rage was unrelenting. She was stunning, even in anger. Her chest heaved, and her eyes burned with contempt as she lashed out at me.

“Calm down,” I said, holding up my hands, my voice steady, but the fire in her eyes didn’t waver. “It’s not like Liam being here is going to hurt him.” 1

She scoffed, the sound sharp and biting. “I hate you,” she gritted through clenched teeth, her voice trembling with raw emotion.

Dominic chimed in, his voice low but cold. “Why the hell would you take Liam like that?”

“Because this is where Liam belongs,” I replied evenly, meeting Dominic’s glare. “We’re sharing custody, which is fine. But Liam is merely back home.”

Raina’s expression twisted in disbelief, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I gestured calmly toward the couch. “If you want to discuss his arrangement, we can do it over coffee.”

Raina’s glare sharpened, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You’re insufferable,” she spat, her words dripping with venom. “If we’re sharing custody and the child has been sick harmed under your care wouldn’t it be common sense to leave him with me so I can care for him properly? How is this shared custody if I have to come here and demand my child back every single time?”

Her words hit hard, but I kept my expression composed, even as my chest tightened.

“Calm down,” I said again, my voice low and steady, though my nerves buzzed beneath the surface. I reached for the envelope sitting on the table, the papers inside weighing heavier than they should have.

As I held it in my hands, my heart raced. My fingers trembled slightly, betraying the calm façade I worked so hard to maintain.

This was it–the moment where I’d either take a step toward repairing what I had broken or shatter it all for good. I think I prefer the former.

swallowed hard, looking at her. She was still furious, still burning with righteous anger. She had every reason to be.

The last time I gave her papers, I broke her.

This time, I hoped–prayed—that it would pave the way to heal her. To heal us.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before extending the envelope toward her. My hand trembled slightly as she snatched it from me, her movements sharp with frustration.

Her eyes dropped to the papers, and for a moment, I could see the assumptions forming behind her gaze. She thoug‘ more nonsense about custody demanding her signature–more hoops to jump through to get Liam back.

But then her expression shifted. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly as she scanned the first page.

“Do you remember these?” Lasked, my voice low and controlled.

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Her head jerked up, glaring at me with confusion and anger. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice rising with every word.

I folded my arms across my chest, leaning against the edge of the table as I met her fiery gaze. “What do you think it is?”

Raina’s jaw clenched, and her eyes narrowed. “You’re playing games with me,” she snapped, shaking the papers slightly for emphasis.

I tilted my head, staying calm even as my pulse hammered in my ears.

“Why are you giving me a copy of our divorce papers?” she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut. “We should be talking about Liam–not this.”

“Because it’s important,” I said firmly, my voice cutting through her rising frustration. “I want my family back, Raina, and I’ll stop at nothing to get them.”

She froze for a moment before laughing dryly, the sound sharp and devoid of humor. “Great,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve completely lost it. First, you steal Liam, and now you’re standing here saying you want me and Ava back? We’re divorced, Alex. And, in case you forgot, I have a boyfriend.”

Her words were a knife to the gut, but I didn’t flinch. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay composed. Pointing to the papers still clutched in her hand, I said, “You might want to stay away from your boy toy because you’re still my wife.”

It took a moment for my words to register. I watched as the disbelief flickered across her face, giving way to shock. Her eyes darted down to the papers again, her hands trembling as she flipped through them. She scanned the pages, her breathing quickening until she froze, her eyes locking onto her own signature.

“What?” she whispered, her voice shaky. “What are you talking about, Alex?”

I shrugged casually, though my heart pounded relentlessly in my chest. “I never had them processed,” I said simply. “All this time, Raina… you’ve still been my wife.”

Her jaw dropped, her grip on the papers tightening. “You… you never…?”

1 shook my head. “No.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind clearly racing to process what I’d just told her.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted you back,” I said, my voice steady but firm. “Especially now that I know you never cheated on me. Especially when there’s another man trying to take you from me. And especially not when you’re still my wife.”

Raina’s lips parted, her eyes blazing with fury as she tried to form response, but I didn’t let her interrupt “If you want to take care of Liam, fine. I’ll be happy to help,” I continued, any tone softing slightly. “But you’ll have to move back in with me.”

She snorted in disbelief, her expression incredulous. “Dream on,” she spat, crossing her arms. “You’re delusional if you think I’d ever move back in with you. You’re a psychopath, Alex, clinging to this fantasy that we’ll ever get back together. Over my dead body would I stay under the same roof as you!”

Her words hit like bullets, but I held my ground, keeping my face calm even as tension coiled tightly inside me.

“If you think keeping Liam away from me will force me to cave, you’re wrong,” she hissed. “If you don’t want me to have Liam, fine. I’ll take this to court. I’ll sue you, Alex, and I’ll win.”

I couldn’t help but smile, a calculated tilt of my lips. I had anticipated this, prepared for it.

“Go ahead,” Tsaid, my tone unbothered. “But just so you know, the state attorney is a friend of mine. He’s the same person who drafted the original divorce papers.”

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