A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 199:

“Soon,” I whispered to myself, fingers clenching around the glass. “Soon, you’ll find out just exactly who I am. I’ll tell you every single thing, once I am the head of the Graham family and estate.”

My attention snapped back toward Dominic as he maneuvered toward a booth with his clients. I watched as they settled into it, laughing, ordering drinks. He looked quite at ease, very sure of himself. This was my moment of opportunity.

I watched as he mixed the drinks, my fingers drumming against the edge of the bar—everything had to go just so. I had studied this ritual for weeks, paying attention to every detail. It was time to put my plan into action.

The waiter took a step closer to me, balancing his tray cautiously. I leaned forward a little, letting a warm smile cut across my lips. “Excuse me,” I cooed softly, leaning my head in to meet his hesitant gaze. “Could you do me just one little favor?”

He blinked, hesitating for a second. “Uh… what kind of favor?”

“It’s nothing complicated.” My tone was low, soothing. I folded a bill into his hand so he could sense the new crispness of the cash. “Just let me know when Mr. Graham gets up from his booth, alright?”

His eyes darted to Dominic’s table, then back to mine. His voice shook a little. “U-uh, y-yes… I suppose so.”

“Perfect.” I let my smile widen as I slid the small packet of powder from my clutch. As he turned back to his tray, I quickly emptied it into one of the glasses. My movements were fast, practiced. The fine powder dissolved into the liquid without a trace.

“Thanks for helping,” I added, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.

The waiter nodded and began to carry the drinks toward the booth. I watched him go, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Minutes ticked by, feeling even longer than they sounded. I nursed a drink at the bar, making sure to keep an eye on Dominic’s table. Every laugh that came from that booth made me clench my teeth. What was taking so long? My gaze cut to the waiter, but there was no sight of him. Now this was getting on my nerves.

“Where the hell is he?” I muttered under my breath. I stood, smoothed my dress, and pushed through the bar. The feeling that something was going to go wrong nibbled at the edges of my mind, but I ignored it.

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Just as I turned the corner, I saw the waiter rushing toward me. His face was a little flushed, his strides fast. “He just left the booth,” he said breathlessly.

I gave myself a little, triumphant smile. “Thanks,” I said coolly and brushed past him toward the hallway.

Dominic was precisely where I wanted him—leaned back against the wall, his tall frame straining to remain upright. The drug had worked its magic quicker than I’d thought it would. His movements were slow, his head was nodding like gravity had doubled its strength.

I pasted a sweet smile on my face and approached him with feigned concern. “Dominic, are you alright?” My voice was soft, almost nurturing, as I placed a gentle hand on his arm.

His glassy eyes hardly focused on me, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Faith,” he muttered, his voice thick and slurred. “I just… need Faith.”

Faith. Her name on his lips sent a surge of anger through me, but I forced myself to keep my composure.

“It’s alright,” I murmured soothingly, tightening my grip on his arm. “Let me help you, okay? You’re not in any condition to go anywhere right now.”

“I don’t… need help,” he muttered, attempting to straighten up but not doing a very good job of it. His legs shook under him, and I had to act fast to stop him from hitting the floor.

“Come on,” I cajoled, slipping my arm around his waist and steering him toward the hall. “Just let me take care of you. I’ve got a quiet room where you can rest.”

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