A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 91

Her eyes widened in mock offense, but I knew her too well to buy it. She was capable of something like this—I’d always known that. “Admit it,” I snarled, glaring at her. “You knew I was wasted, and you used it against me.”

Eliza’s face hardened, and she shot to her feet, clutching the sheet around her. “Are you serious right now?” she snapped. “You’re the one who called me Raina, Alex! You—” Her voice cracked slightly, and she pointed an accusing finger at me. “You knew how I felt about you. You’ve always known. And still, you came to me last night. Don’t you dare act like the victim!”

The accusation landed like a punch to the gut, but I refused to let it sink in. “This was a mistake,” I said firmly, grabbing my shorts from the floor and pulling them on. “A mistake that never should’ve happened—if it even did.”

Eliza’s eyes widened, and for a moment, hurt flashed across her face. Then she steeled herself, her tone turning venomous. “Oh, it happened. And maybe you should’ve thought about Raina before you dragged me into this.”

Raina.

Her name sliced through me like a blade. My stomach churned at the thought of what she would say if she ever found out. Divorce or not, this would destroy any chance I had of winning her back.

“Eliza,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, “you need to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this. No one.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why should I? You don’t care about me, so why should I do you any favors?”

“Eliza.” My tone was sharper this time, and I stalked toward her, closing the distance between us. “Promise me.”

She flinched slightly but held her ground. After a tense moment, she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. I won’t say anything. But don’t think for a second that I’ll forget this, Alex. You used me, and that’s not something I’ll let go of easily.”

I nodded curtly, not trusting myself to respond. Grabbing a shirt from the chair in the corner, I pulled it on and left the room without another word.

Downstairs in the hotel’s food lounge, I found my mother and Vanessa sitting at a small table, sipping their morning coffee. The smell of breakfast filled the air, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of eating.

Vanessa looked up as I approached, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Rough night?” she asked, her tone dripping with amusement.

I ignored her, pouring myself a cup of coffee and downing half of it in one go. The bitterness matched the turmoil in my chest.

“I’m heading back to New York,” I announced, setting the cup down with a clatter.

My mother frowned. “Already? Why the rush?”

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