A Divorce He Regrets (Alissa Nexus) novel Chapter 98

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RAINA

The ache in my chest had become a constant companion these past weeks. A month had passed since I told Nathan I needed space. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do, a necessary step to see him for who he truly was. But now, the silence between us was deafening.

I’d tried reaching out. A text here, a voicemail there, tentative gestures to bridge the gap. But each attempt was met with nothing. No responses, no signs of life. He hadn’t shown up at my door, hadn’t called back, hadn’t given me any hint of where he stood.

The absence gnawed at me, an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. I tried to distract myself by spending more time with Alex and Liam.

Liam’s recovery had been nothing short of miraculous. Watching him play with Ava was like seeing sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Their laughter rang out, bouncing off the walls as they built block towers and raced toy cars across the floor. Ava clapped when Liam’s tower stood firm, her grin wide. “You’re so good at this, Liam!” she exclaimed.

Liam’s eyes sparkled with pride. “Wanna see me build it taller?”

“Do it!” Ava encouraged, her hands waving excitedly. They were thriving together, and for a moment, my racing thoughts quieted. It gave me hope—hope that things could still turn out okay.

Alex, however, was relentless. He leaned casually against the counter one afternoon as we watched the kids play, his eyes never leaving me. “When are you going to give me a chance, Raina?” he asked, his voice light but persistent.

I sighed, not bothering to hide my annoyance. “Alex, we’ve been over this. My answer hasn’t changed.”

He smirked, undeterred. “You’ll come around. Just wait.”

I shook my head, forcing a laugh. “You’re impossible.” But the truth was, his persistence grated on me. Nathan was already furious, and the last thing I wanted was to add more fuel to the fire.

Still, unanswered questions about Nathan refused to leave me alone. Where was he? What was he thinking? Was he… okay? The ache in my chest refused to subside. If he wasn’t going to come to me, I’d go to him.

The decision to go to his office wasn’t one I made lightly. My stomach churned as I walked into the building, a mix of hope and dread swirling inside me. If he wouldn’t come to me, then I’d go to him.