A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 76

ALEXANDER

I lied. I had to.

There was no way I was bringing Liam back to the house where he got hurt, I wasn’t stupid enough to do that, not when I still didn’t know exactly who was responsible and for how long. How could I risk traumatizing him further by making him wake up to the same room where he’d probably cried himself to sleep?

The guilt gnawed at me, making my chest ache. My son deserved better. I felt like a failure, a deadbeat who didn’t deserve the title of “father.” He probably hated me, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.

But I was determined to make things right. Liam was in a safe place now, and until I could uncover who had hurt him, I would keep him there. I just had to figure out how to reunite him with Raina—on my terms.

Yesterday, as I’d watched Raina walk away with Nathan, the man glued to her side, I knew I couldn’t sit back anymore. I picked up my phone and called my private investigator.

“Find everything you can on Nathan,” I told him.

Now, sitting at my desk, I couldn’t get her words out of my head. She has a boyfriend.

The phrase echoed in my mind, each repetition sharper and more painful than the last. My fists clenched involuntarily, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

How could she move on so easily? How could she let someone else into her life, her heart, when she was still my wife?

Yes, I knew it was selfish. Hell, I’d spent years hiding the fact that we were still married. She had every right to move forward, to find happiness again.

But knowing it didn’t make it easier to accept.

Just because she didn’t know we were still married didn’t mean she should be with another man.

I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair and running a hand through my hair. The bitterness in my chest felt suffocating, but I couldn’t stop it. Nathan was everywhere now, always hovering, always close to her. The way he looked at her, the way she trusted him—it made my stomach churn.

The sound of a knock at the door pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.

"Come in," I said, straightening slightly, though the frustration still lingered in my voice.

The door creaked open, and my assistant peeked her head in.

“Mr. Sullivan,” she began hesitantly, sensing my mood. “Someone’s here to see you.”

“Let them in.”

The door swung open, and Dominic strode inside, his movements deliberate, his expression hard and unreadable.

I stood, my guard already up. “If you’re here to threaten me again, don’t bother,” I said, my tone cold. “If anything, we should be working together on this.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t rise to my bait. Instead, he reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, placing it on my desk with a level of calm that set me even more on edge.

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