A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 265:

“A day,” he said, nonchalant, as if it was nothing. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Sorry about the hit. That wasn’t supposed to happen so hard.”

I laughed, my throat tightening. Sorry? He kidnapped me. Held me hostage. And now he wanted to act like this was some unfortunate accident? I hated this—this sick, twisted act of his. The calm voice. The forced kindness. It was a game, a power play, and I wasn’t dumb enough to fall for it. Psychopaths like him always had two faces. One moment, he could be soft-spoken, even civil, and the next, I could be lying on the floor with my blood pooling beneath me.

Still, I wasn’t in a position to test his limits.

A knock at the door broke the silence, and a man walked in carrying a tray of food. My stomach twisted again—not in hunger, but in sheer discomfort.

Nathan gestured to the tray. “Eat.”

I stared at it. The food looked normal enough—a plate of steaming rice, some grilled chicken, a side of vegetables. But my throat felt tight, my stomach too knotted to even consider eating. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or distrust, but either way, I had no appetite.

Nathan cocked his head. “Don’t make me force you, Faith.”

I made myself pick up the fork. My hands trembled ever so slightly, but I lifted it to my mouth and took a bite. The food was fine to my taste, though it felt like chewing dust, but my body needed it. Every swallow felt wrong, as if I were accepting something from the devil himself.

“Slow down,” Nathan said, his eyes boring into me. “If you need more, I’ll get more. No need to act like I’m starving you.”

I wanted to toss the plate at his head. Instead, I took a deep breath, shoving the tray away when I couldn’t bear another bite. I dabbed at my mouth with the napkin, forcing myself to look him in the eye. “What do you want?” I asked again.

Nathan sighed, shaking his head. “Faith,” he said, almost disappointed. “You know what I want. Your husband does too.” A sharp unease crawled through me.

Then his lips curled into something sinister. “Tell me, who do you think Dominic will choose?”

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I frowned. “What?”

Nathan’s smile didn’t falter. “If it came down to it—if he had to make a choice—who do you think he’d save?”

The truth of it slapped me in the face. My chest tightened. He was referring to Raina.

My heart thudded as I swallowed hard, choosing my words carefully. “This is pointless,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Dom and I are divorcing. Whatever it is you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work.”

Nathan let out a low chuckle and shook his head, as if I had just said something amusing. “No, Faith. That’s not possible.”

I clenched my fists. “It’s the truth.”

He smiled, slow and knowing. “You think the man who fought tooth and nail to keep you safe is going to just let you go?”

I opened my mouth, but before I could get a word out, Nathan had pulled out his phone and dialed a number. My stomach dropped. I could hear Dominic on the other end, his voice raw with frustration, fear. Nathan put the call on speaker so I could hear Dom’s voice crack, his words tumbling out in pure desperation. He was going insane.

My throat tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, willing myself to stay calm. At this point, I wasn’t even angry anymore. I just wanted to go home. To Dom. To Caleb.

Nathan’s voice sliced through the air again. “It’s only a matter of time before I get Raina too.”

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