A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 287:noveldrama

“Well, I guess congratulations are in order!” He chirped, his wide smile stretching even further. “Miss Graham is pregnant.”

On one hand, that did explain her being admitted in the first place.

I couldn’t help it. A laugh rumbled in my chest and echoed in the room. All heads snapped to me, brows arched. I didn’t care. This had to be the best news ever!

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but I couldn’t help it. I had been granted another chance to make up for my past mistakes, for abandoning her when she needed me the most. Not anymore. This time would be different. Even if it killed me, I was going to treat her like I should have from the very beginning.

Groans from the bed pulled my attention back to the present. The doctor was nowhere in sight.

“Congrats, man.” Dom opened his arms for a hug, and I returned it. He left right after, just as the groaning gave way to stifling and tossing until her eyes snapped open.

The first thing I did was break the news to her. I wasn’t sure what I expected—maybe not glee, but at least something, anything but the look she gave me. Her lips curled in distaste, her eyes grew distant, and her entire body curled as if she’d been threatened with a bucket of acid. It broke me.

Wasn’t she happy? Was she upset I ignored her these past few days, or was it something else? Was the past rearing its ugly head in her mind? Whatever it was, she didn’t look the least bit pleased to entertain the ‘good’ news. Heck, she looked angry. Her eyes flared wide, and the vein in her temples throbbed uncontrollably.

“Get out.”

I turned to face her—wait, what?! “I said get out!” She snapped, her voice loud enough for anyone passing by to hear.

“Raina, it’s not going to b—”

She sucked in a harsh breath like I was some bothersome child who refused to listen, but I couldn’t just leave—not when she thought the worst of me.

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“I think you should listen,” Faith whispered, her gaze apologetic and pitiful. “Your presence is stressing her out, and the doctor insisted we reduce stress as much as we can.” Faith added, avoiding my gaze the entire time.

I stared in disbelief as Dom followed me out of the ward. Did Raina actually kick me out? I mean, I knew she was mad, still hated me for what happened, but not this mad.

Dom followed me out of the hospital and drove us straight home with a pit in my stomach.

“You fucked up, man. Big time,” Dom wasted no time blurting out the moment we stepped into the living room.

Don’t I always? Whenever Raina was involved, it just seemed like I never stopped fucking things up gloriously.

“I know,” I grunted back.

“So what’s the plan now?” He dumped himself onto one of the plush couches in the living room.

“Simple. Get her to retake the vows we took. I want my wife back. I mean, she’s the reason I’ve done everything I’ve done up until recently.”

Dom nodded, albeit distracted. “Then you have a lot of making up to do. Starting with the ignoring part.”

I nodded, despite the argument on the tip of my tongue. I had been away because I had to be—the company had been neglected for far too long.

I went to bed that night with one thought in mind: I had to make things right, treat her better, show her how much I actually loved her—enough of telling.

I was at her door before the day even broke. Faith snuck me in barely after 4 a.m. I got to work immediately, missing the eggs, spicing the bacon, heating up sausages, and perfecting the pancake mix. I felt proud when I stared at a proper plate of English breakfast at exactly 6 a.m.

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