A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 92

ALEXANDER

I arrived at the office early, hoping the demands of the day would drown out the chaos in my mind. Restless sleep had left me raw, my thoughts an endless loop of regret and frustration. Today, I needed focus—something to anchor me before I spiraled any further.

As I stepped into my office, my eyes were immediately drawn to an envelope resting on my desk. Its stark presence sent a chill through me. Frowning, I grabbed it, dropped heavily into my chair, and tore it open, bracing myself for what might be inside.

Court orders.

My breath caught as my pulse quickened. I scanned the document, each word hitting me like a physical blow: Raina Graham v. Alexander Sullivan—Petition for Sole Custody.

I leaned back in my chair, the paper trembling in my hands. Sole custody? She wasn’t even giving me time to adjust to the fact that we were just divorced, and now she wanted to take Liam too? My son. My blood.

The ache in my chest deepened, a sharp pang of betrayal and loss intertwining. Raina had already taken so much—And now she wanted to strip away the one thing I still had.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. My gaze dropped back to the document, and the date at the bottom offered the slightest reprieve: two months. At least I had time. Time to strategize, prepare, and—most importantly—time to dig deeper into Nathan. If I could uncover his true motives and show Raina the man she thought she loved wasn’t who he pretended to be, maybe I could stop her from taking Liam. Maybe I could convince her to see reason.

A sharp knock on my door shattered my thoughts.

“Come in,” I barked, my voice harsher than I intended.

The door creaked open, and my assistant stepped inside cautiously, her expression tight. “Some people from the Grahams are here to see you, sir.”

The Grahams? For a split second, hope flickered in my chest. Raina?

I shot to my feet, straightening my tie as I moved toward the door. But when I stepped out into the hall, my heart sank.

It wasn’t her.

Dominic stood there, flanked by another man. His imposing presence, combined with his usual unreadable expression, only served to heighten my frustration.

No Raina.

Disappointment mingled with the bitterness I already felt. Without thinking, I blurted, “Where’s Raina?”

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