HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“You seem to be having a good time, hmm?” His voice was flat, but there was a sharpness beneath it that couldn’t be ignored.

Althea spun around, caught off guard. “Daven—this is—”

“Is that true, my wife?” he interrupted abruptly, his tone cold and cutting.

The man standing nearby looked puzzled, glancing between them. “Oh, I… did I arrive at an inconvenient moment?”

Daven’s eyes flicked briefly toward the newcomer. “And you are?”

“Alan Walker,” the man said, extending his hand. “Owner of MaG Group. And if I’m not mistaken, you must be Mr. Daven Callister?”

Daven gave a thin, measured smile as he shook Alan’s hand. “That’s correct.” Then, his voice took on a steely edge. “I’d like to continue this conversation, but it’ll have to wait. I need a moment alone with my wife.”

Without waiting for a response, he took Althea’s arm—not roughly, but with a firm grip—and led her away. The curious gazes trailing them seemed to vanish into the background. His hand was warm, yet his hold left no room for hesitation or resistance.

“Daven?” Althea asked, breathless as she struggled to keep pace.

He didn’t reply, only quickened his stride. His demeanor was so intense that it silenced any further questions she might have had. She couldn’t understand what had sparked this sudden change in him.

Until…

“Daven?”

A voice, soft but unmistakably firm, cut through the crowd. Both of them turned simultaneously.

A woman in a deep maroon gown approached gracefully, the fabric clinging to her figure in all the right places. Her long hair was swept up into an elegant updo, and although her lips curved into a sweet smile, it never quite reached her eyes.

Vanessa Blake.

“Vanessa,” Daven muttered under his breath.

Vanessa’s gaze swept over Althea, sharp and deliberate, as if she were judging something of questionable worth. Then she offered a crooked smile.

“Well, look who you’ve brought along, Dav.”

Her tone dripped with mockery.

Althea smiled again, this time with a touch of bitter irony.

“Wouldn’t he be better off driving your girlfriend instead?” She nodded politely. “Goodnight… and thank you, Daven.”

He watched her walk away, the pale gold fabric of her dress fluttering behind her like a soft whisper in the evening breeze.

“So now you’re interested in that cheap woman?” Vanessa’s voice snapped him back to reality.

Daven blinked, then turned to her with a calm, steady gaze. “Of course not. Where would you get an idea like that?”

Vanessa’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she slipped her arm through his.

“Good. Now come with me—I want you to meet someone. You don’t mind, do you?”

But Daven barely heard her. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by a single, nagging worry.

Had Althea made it home safely?