A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 259:

Adrenaline surged through my veins, and in a split-second decision, I grabbed her arm and yanked her back with every ounce of strength I had. She gasped sharply as she stumbled into my chest, her hands clutching at my shirt.

The car whizzed by, the wind from its wake whipping around us.

For a moment, everything was still.

I held her by the shoulders, my grip firm but not harsh.

“Are you insane?” I snapped, my voice sharp with a mix of anger and fear. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Instantly, tears welled in her eyes, and she blinked them away.

Maybe if I died, all of this would stop.noveldrama

The thought snaked through my mind, curling around my chest and squeezing until it became hard to breathe. If I was gone, would Nathan finally leave my family alone? Would he stop tormenting them? Or would my death make it easier for him to destroy them?

I swallowed hard, my eyes blurring before they focused on Alex. His jaw was clenched so tightly that I thought he might crack a tooth, and his nostrils flared with every heavy breath. But it was his eyes—wild and ablaze with an unhinged fury—that made my stomach drop.

“Why the hell are you trying to give Nathan what he wants?” His voice had an edge as sharp as his glare.

I knew exactly what he meant. Nathan had been after me for years, and he wanted nothing more than a way into my family. If I ran right into his arms, he’d have exactly that.

But what choice did I have?

I whipped my head up, rage crashing into fear. “Am I supposed to stay hidden while Faith’s out there, suffering because of me?” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. “Am I supposed to just sit here and do nothing while she—”

“Yes!” Alex thundered, his hands curling into fists. “Because Dominic and I are dealing with it!”

A bitter laugh tore from my throat. “Handling it?” I gestured around us, my heart pounding. “Is that what this is? Sitting here, waiting for news while Nathan holds Faith hostage? That’s your idea of handling it?”

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Alex stepped forward, his looming presence nearly swallowing me whole. “You think running straight to him is a better idea?”

I shook my head, frustration clawing at me. “I won’t let Faith die because of me!”

His eyes darkened. “And I won’t let you die because of her.”

The words slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.

Dom had been silent through it all, sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the floor. His usual fire, his commanding presence—it was all gone. He wasn’t himself.

I hated this. I hated every second of this.

The walls were closing in, stifling me. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t do nothing.

I spun on the ball of my foot, my feet already moving before I could reconsider. I needed air. Space. I needed to get away from them before I lost what little control I had left.

But I barely made it two steps before I was yanked back—hard. A shocked gasp ripped from my throat as my body was lifted off the ground.

“What the hell—”

My words cut off as I found myself slung over Alex’s broad shoulder like a ragdoll.

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