A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 241:noveldrama

A pang of guilt settled in my chest, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I gave her one last hug before I went to my room to pack.

By the time I got outside, there was a black SUV waiting for me. One of the security officers was by the door, his face expressionless.

“I’m coming with you,” he said as I drew near.

I shook my head, settling into the passenger seat. “No. Stay with Grandma and the kids. They’re the priority.”

His eyebrows drew together. “Ma’am, if something happens to you—”

“Then you’ll still be here to protect them,” I interrupted him. “Drive.” He didn’t say another word after that, though I could sense his displeasure as he put the car in gear.

We stopped twice along the way. The first time, I didn’t think much of it, but after the second, I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Why are we stopping?” I asked.

He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “To throw off anyone following us.”

A cold weight settled in my stomach. So, he thought there was someone following us.

I didn’t ask any more questions.

When we finally arrived at the airport, I went inside and checked the status of the flight. It was late.

Of course.

I sighed and pulled out my phone, dialing Faith’s number. It rang. And rang. And rang.

No answer.

Something about that didn’t sit right with me, but I had no choice but to wait.

The minutes ticked by like they were hours, waiting for my flight to be called.

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Taking one last look at my phone—still nothing from Faith—I exhaled sharply and boarded the plane.

The airport was filled with the usual throngs of travelers, the hum of announcements echoing overhead. I walked fast, my bag slung over my shoulder; my mind too restless to think of anything other than getting home.

Then I saw her.

Vanessa.

She waited beside one of the boarding gates, dressed in a pair of designer loungewear, sunglasses perched atop her head, a pull suitcase parked next to her. She looked like she was going out on some kind of vacation, relaxed and carefree as if none of the chaos back home had touched her.

I didn’t have time for her.

I quickened my stride, intending to pass her with no more than a nod, but she moved squarely into my path before I could.

“Raina,” she said, her voice smoothed out but firm, as though she knew I was going to blow her off.

I blew out a breath, already annoyed. “Vanessa, I don’t have time for this.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, cocking her head to one side. “I’m not here to argue. Just hear me out.”

I shot her a wary glance. “Get on with it.”

Her lips compressed before she let out a sigh. “Look, I know we aren’t buddies, but that doesn’t have to mean we need to be in each other’s way, right?”

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