A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 249:

“She wanted out,” he whispered, his voice raw. “She wanted out so bad, Raina. She didn’t want to work on our marriage. And now… Now she’s gone.”

My grip tightened around the bottle. “She didn’t deserve this, Dom,” I said, my voice softer now. “No matter what was going on between you two, she didn’t deserve this.”

He let out a bitter laugh, running his hands through his already mussed hair. “And what if… What if this was what she wanted? What if she found a way to leave?”

I stared at him, horror creeping in. “You don’t believe that,” I said, knowing better. “You know Faith would never—”

“She signed the damn papers,” he cut me off, his voice cracking. He pointed toward the table, where the divorce papers sat in plain sight. “She wanted out. She was done with me.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around what he was telling me. “Who gave her those papers? Could it have been the same person that took her?” I asked slowly. “Was it her lawyer? Or… Or was it someone else?” My voice dropped lower. “Was it Eliza? Nathan?” A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him. Nathan. His name alone was enough to make my stomach turn. If this was him—if he was the one who took Faith—then why? Why her?

It didn’t make sense.

Faith wasn’t a threat to him. She wasn’t a part of this. If he wanted revenge, if he wanted to make a statement, why not go after someone directly involved? Unless…

My breath caught.

Unless this wasn’t about Faith at all.

Unless she’d been kidnapped to make a point.noveldrama

I crossed my arms over my chest as cold trepidation seeped into my bones. If it wasn’t Nathan, it had to be Eliza. There was no other explanation.

I whipped around to Alex. “Where’s Eliza?” I growled, my tone tighter than I intended.

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘⸱𝖈𝖔𝖒

He strode across the room, flexing his fingers. Then, I saw his hand—his knuckles were raw, split open, and already bruising. He had punched really hard.

“She’s still in prison,” he said, his voice clipped, his movements tense.

I swallowed, my throat dry. Then it wasn’t her. At least, not directly. I glanced back up at Alex, and only then did I realize just how angry he was. His eyes were on mine, expressionless but weighted, and I knew he wasn’t simply mad about Faith being missing.

He was mad at me.

I kept my eyes on his, forcing myself not to look away, but my head was spinning with questions. Should I tell him? About the airport? About the men who were watching me?

I had talked myself into believing it wasn’t the right time, that I needed to organize my thoughts before introducing more tumult into the mix. But maybe I’d waited too long.

Before I could speak, a voice cut through my musings.

“Well, this is a pretty scene to walk in on.”

I spun around, my gut plummeting as I saw Vanessa standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking between me and Alex with a raised brow. I had totally forgotten she was even here.

Alex let out a sharp hiss, his patience snapping. “What the hell is she doing here?”

Vanessa snorted. “Well, nice to see you too, Alex.” Then, her gaze fell upon Dominic, still slumped in his chair, pale-faced, grasping his temples as if trying to shut everything out. Her expression shifted.

Confusion played across her face. “What’s wrong with him?”

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