A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 254:

“Then you should also know to stay out of it.” My tone left no room for argument. “This isn’t your fight.”

She hesitated for a long moment before finally letting out a sigh and muttering, “I know better.”

And then, without theatrics, she turned and left. No tantrum. No protest. Just quiet acceptance.noveldrama

Good.

I stood there for a moment, letting out a slow breath as the front door closed behind her.

Then, without wasting another second, I yanked my phone from my pocket, fingers clenching around it as I punched in the number for the safe house security. My pulse pounded in my ears, anger simmering just below the surface.

The moment the call connected, I didn’t give the man on the other end a chance to speak.

“What the hell were you thinking?” My voice was sharp, edged with fury. “Why the hell did you let Raina leave?”

There was a beat of silence before the guard—someone I had personally vetted for this job—stammered, “Sir, she… she didn’t exactly ask for permission.”

“Bullshit,” I snapped. “You were supposed to be watching her. You were supposed to inform me the second she stepped out of that damn house.”

The man hesitated. “She insisted, sir, and I thought—”

“I don’t give a damn what you thought,” I cut him off. “Your job is to follow orders, not to ‘think.'” I dragged a hand down my face, breathing in sharply through my nose. “If anything happens to her because you failed to do your job, you’ll be answering to me personally.”

The man swallowed audibly. “Understood, sir.”

I blew out a breath, trying to force some of my frustration down. “For now, keep your focus on the kids and Grandma. I want eyes on them twenty-four-seven. No excuses, no screw-ups.”

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“Yes, sir.”

I hung up the line, my jaw working as I jammed my phone into my pocket.

Turning, I went back up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When I reached Raina’s door, I paused for a moment, leaning my palm against the cool wood. My anger hadn’t lessened, but now it was knotted with something else—concern. Guilt.

I knocked once. “Raina.”

No response.

I knocked again, this time a little harder. “Open up.”

Still nothing.

And then I heard it—the faint, fractured sound of quiet sobbing.

My chest tightened.

Damn it.

I shut my eyes and breathed in deeply. One thing I knew about Raina—she was going to begin blaming herself. That was just who she was.

And right now, that guilt was eating her alive.

I exhaled slowly, banging my forehead against the door.

“I swear to God, Raina, if you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down.” My voice was lower now, rough around the edges, but not with anger anymore.

It took her a couple of seconds before I heard her muffled response. “Go away, Alex.”

I closed my eyes again, pressing my lips together.

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