A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 4

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RAINA

I was finally ready for the world to see me. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I sat in the backseat of my brother’s car, anxiety twisting in my gut like a feral animal, gnawing at my resolve.

“Hey,” Dominic said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. His grip was firm and steady, a lifeline in the storm of emotions crashing inside me. “Everything is going to be fine.”

But would it? The question echoed in my mind, drowning out the soft music playing in the background. I should have felt confident, but the truth was, fear clawed at my insides like a hungry beast, ready to devour me whole.

I had prepared for weeks for this moment, telling myself I was ready to face my past, ready to confront my ex-in-laws. But standing on the precipice of that reality made me doubt everything I had convinced myself of.

And then there was the thought of my son. That part hurt the most. I wondered how Liam was doing, whether he missed me or if he had learned to hate me for leaving. What if they had poisoned his mind against me? The very idea twisted the knife deeper in my heart. I had envisioned all the ways I could explain to him that I never wanted to leave—that circumstances had forced my hand.

As the car came to a halt, I gripped my purse tightly, taking a deep breath. It was too late to back out now. I had made my choice, and I had to see it through.

Stepping out of the car, the flash of cameras momentarily blinded me. Reporters shouted questions at Dominic, but I was just a shadow beside him, someone meant to stay in the background until the right moment. I had told him to keep my identity a secret until I was ready—until I had found Liam first.

Dominic smiled, but it was like a mask he wore for the world. He didn’t answer their questions, and together we walked into the grand hall. The air was thick with anticipation and whispers, and as we stepped inside, the room fell silent. I could almost hear their thoughts, the judgment hanging heavy in the air. Gold digger. Social climber. An outsider trying to infiltrate their world.

A chill ran down my spine as I sensed the hostility from the corner where my ex-in-laws lurked, their glares piercing through me like daggers.

“Are you okay?” Dominic asked, concern etching his features as he leaned slightly closer.

I nodded, forcing a smile, though my heart raced. Would it ever get easier?

Just then, people began to approach Dominic, the respect and fear evident in their eyes. I knew he wasn’t just here for me—he was here to choose his business partners, a ritual he performed with impeccable poise.

I excused myself, needing a moment to breathe. The weight of their stares felt suffocating. I made my way to the bar, the glint of glass offering a momentary reprieve. But before I could wrap my fingers around a glass, a sharp voice sliced through the air.

“Raina!”

I turned to see Vanessa striding toward me, her expression twisted with contempt. Without a moment's hesitation, she snatched the wine glass from my hand and splashed its contents across my cream-colored dress, the cold liquid seeping through the fabric. Gasps erupted around us, a chorus of shock and excitement.

“Look at you, trying to seduce a man like Dominic, still the same, aren’t you, Raina?” she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “I guess your whoring ways never stopped. Good thing my brother separated himself from you.”

The humiliation burned my cheeks, but inside, I felt a surge of defiance.

I had never been the woman she wanted me to be—her punching bag, a target for her envy.

But before I could respond, she spat again, “Do you really think you belong here, mingling with people like Dominic? You’re fooling no one.”

I wanted to lash back, to tell her just how wrong she was. But I knew better. She wanted a reaction, wanted me to crumble, to show any sign of weakness she could use against me.

I lifted my chin, meeting her gaze with defiance. “You don’t know a thing about me, Vanessa.”

A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I know enough. And so does Alexander.”

I held my ground, the urge to walk away warring with the desire to make her regret every last word. But as I opened my mouth, another figure moved in, his cold, commanding presence freezing me to the spot.

Alexander.

He looked at me, his gaze sweeping over the stain on my dress, lingering just long enough to let me know he saw it. He had that same aloof expression, that mask of indifference that hid everything. But for a fleeting moment, something else flickered in his eyes—a shadow of something almost… concerned? But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by the familiar wall of disdain.