A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 248:

The tension in the room lingered, thick and suffocating, but I barely had time to process it before something caught my eye.

No. No, no, no.

What the hell?

Vanessa.

In the same car as Raina?

My blood ran cold. My fists clenched at my sides. What the hell was she doing here?

RAINA

The moment Alex’s hands landed on my arms, his grip was too tight; his fingers dug into my skin like a vice. His nostrils flared, his jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth would crack. His eyes—wild, dark with fury—locked onto mine, and my stomach dropped. I winced, a harsh breath escaping my lips, and only then did he loosen his hold.

But he didn’t let me go.

“‘What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, tight, and filled with barely restrained anger. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

I blinked, confused, my heart pounding in my chest. “What? Alex, what’s going on? Why are the police here? Where’s Dom?” My voice wavered, and a cold sense of dread began creeping up my spine.

Alex rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a ragged breath. “You shouldn’t have come,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “You’re in danger now. Do you even realize that? If anyone finds you here, the whole thing could be blown wide open. You’re ruining the plan.”noveldrama

“What plan?” I asked, frowning. “What are you talking about?”

He let out a harsh sigh, his shoulders tense. “Faith’s been kidnapped, Raina,” he said flatly. “It happened an hour ago.”

The air left my lungs in an instant. My voice barely came out as a whisper. My legs felt weak, my stomach twisted with nausea. I shook my head, as if denying it would make it untrue. “No, that—That can’t be right.”

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Alex muttered a curse under his breath, his jaw clenched. “It is.”

A sharp jab of guilt hit me in the chest, so quick and powerful that I thought I might not be able to breathe. “This is my fault,” I whispered, hardly realizing I had spoken aloud. “Maybe if I’d gotten here sooner…”

Alex’s face darkened. “Stop it,” he snapped, his voice cutting. “You should have stayed with the kids.” His fist clenched, and before I could react, he swung at the wall. The sharp crack of his knuckles against the surface made me flinch. “Damn it,” he growled, stalking off, his back rigid with tension.

My heart pounded in my ears as I spun around, tearing through the house. My thoughts were now fixed solely on Dominic. He must be out of his mind.

When I finally found him, my gut churned even more.

Dominic was slouched in a chair, gripping a bottle of whiskey tightly in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and hollow. He wasn’t drinking; he was drowning—drowning in his grief, in his anger, in something deeper that I couldn’t name.

“Dom!” I called, but he didn’t even lift his head.

I strode toward him, snatched the bottle, and wrenched it out of his hand. “What the hell are you doing?” I yelled. “You think drinking yourself into oblivion is going to help? Is that going to bring her back?”

“Leave me alone, Raina,” he mumbled, his voice husky and dead inside.

“No,” I barked. “Not happening.”

Finally, his gaze lifted, and what I saw there made my throat constrict. Devastation. Absolute, soul-bruising devastation.

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