A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 245:

I’d seen Dominic angry before. I’d seen him enraged. I’d even seen him vindictive. But never like this.

He stood in the middle of the room, shaking, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His breathing was ragged, uneven, as though he couldn’t catch enough air. And his eyes—bloodshot, wild, desperate—were nothing like the Dominic I knew.

“No,” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “No, no, no—”

Then he whirled and slammed his fist into the nearest wall.

The crack of his knuckles hitting it was like a whip, and it jolted a gasp from me. He didn’t even seem to feel it, didn’t seem to notice the blood dripping from his hand as he pulled it back and punched again. And again.

“Dominic,” I said, taking a step closer, but he didn’t seem to hear me. Or, if he did, he wasn’t listening.

“Fucking Nathan!” he thundered, turning on his heel, his entire body trembling with rage. “I swear to God, Alex, if he lays so much as a finger on her—if he hurts her—” His voice broke, and for a moment, I saw something I’d never seen in him: desperation.

He dragged both hands through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “I have to find her. I have to—”

“We will find her,” I said firmly, pulling out my phone. “I’ll call my agent. We’ll figure out who the hell did this.”

I knew it had to be Nathan. There was no other possibility.

But why?

Nathan had always wanted Raina. Obsessed over her. Chased after her like she was his goddamn lifeline.

So why Faith?

What the hell was he playing at?

We pulled up to the house in strained silence, the reality of what had just happened weighing down on us like a crushing burden. Dominic barely let the car come to a stop before he threw open the door and practically ran into the house. His body was taut, his fists clenched at his sides. I followed closely behind, watching as he turned to the men who had been at the scene, his expression dark and commanding.

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻

“Tell me everything,” Dominic barked, his voice sharp and raw.

One of the men stepped forward—tall, built like a wall, his face still carrying the tension from earlier. “Witnesses say she insisted on stopping for coffee,” he explained. “One barista said he served her himself. She was alone, seemed normal, just drinking her coffee like anyone else.”

Dominic’s nostrils flared. “And?”

The man hesitated before continuing. “A man approached her table. The barista claimed they talked for a few moments, then he gave her an envelope.”

Dominic tensed beside me, exchanging a look with me. “Nathan?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

The man shook his head. “No. We showed the barista his photo. He said it wasn’t him.”

Dominic’s jaw tightened. “Then who?”

The man stepped aside, and another investigator came forward. He was holding an envelope. “We found this at the scene,” he said, offering it to Dominic.

Dominic didn’t wait. His fingers were slightly shaky as he ripped it open. His eyes scanned the contents, and then, suddenly, he froze. A sharp intake of breath. A slight shake of his head.noveldrama

“No,” he whispered. His voice barely made a sound, but the devastation in it was deafening. “It can’t be possible. She—she wouldn’t do this.”

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