A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 290:

“Then I would be here before you can even say it a second time,” I responded on instinct because I’d already made up my mind. I was going to be there for her every single time she needed me.

She held my gaze for a long moment without saying anything. “It’s torture,” she groaned into a pillow.

“Why?” I arched a brow, genuinely confused and maybe a little distracted too. Scratch that, a lot distracted. Her lips were like beacons, calling to me every damn second! She didn’t respond still.

I moved closer and cradled her cheek in my palm, holding her gaze. “Raina, why is spending time apart torture for you?” I asked, my voice softer than I ever thought it could be.

Tears pooled at the corner of her eyes, and guilt gripped me in a chokehold. I knew why. I just needed to hear her say it. I needed to be sure I wasn’t the one just going crazy, just wishing and seeing things that weren’t there.

I gathered her in my arms. “It’s okay. Don’t answer that.”

“Because I love you, okay?” she whispered, her head resting on my chest, her arms circling around me. “I don’t think I ever stopped.” She choked on a sob. Finally!

“I love you.” I lifted her chin so she could see that I meant every word.

I stared at him, awestruck. I mean, he’d been insisting we get back together, but he’d never said it with such vulnerability before. It warmed every part of me until I was moments from melting into him myself. I was still processing his words—those damn three words—barely recovered when his lips crashed onto mine. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

I had wanted this, wanted to feel his lips on mine again, and now that I had, I couldn’t stop. I tightened my hold on him and kissed him back with everything in me. My body hummed in appreciation.

Suddenly, he pulled back, breathless. “Are you still mad at me?” I blurted out, not sure what to think. I had been about to eat the man whole, and he pulled away?

He chuckled. “Definitely not while you’re carrying my child.” His lips curled into the most devilish smirk.

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I had totally forgotten that I was pregnant. I laughed. I was actually pregnant. With his baby. Again. My laughter died the next second. My heart raced as that damn sliver of doubt crept in again. What if the past repeated itself? What if…noveldrama

Alex cupped my face before I could finish the thought. “You’re doing it again, baby. You’ve got to stop doing that.” He leaned his forehead against mine. We were so close, I could feel his breath on my cheek.

“What?” I blinked.

“You’re overthinking again.” He hummed, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through my very core. I slid my eyes shut, just loving the scent of him, the feel of his hands against my skin again. “I know I was acting foolish before, but I’ve learned from it. I would never risk losing you ever again, Raina. Never.” He tilted my chin to meet his gaze. The longer he stared, the more sincere he looked, like he was making a promise to himself too in that moment. It melted away whatever little resistance I had left.

I sighed and leaned into his hold. He stroked my arm, leaving slow swirl patterns as he made his way down. I enjoyed the silence, just happy to be there, without questioning his real intentions.

“I promise this time I will be a better husband—a better lover.” He pulled me snug against his chest as if he was worried I would disappear any moment. “But only if you’d let me,” he said so quietly I almost missed it.

I tilted my head up to catch his gaze, and I froze. The usual bravado, the impassive mask—it was gone. In its place… It was something my heart hadn’t been prepared for. Alex. Being vulnerable. Like, all things bare, kind of vulnerable. It was a rare sight. But more unnerving—was he about to call himself my husband? As in, me? His wife again. The question lingered at the tip of my tongue. I shook my head instead. “I just—I’m scared.” I sighed, but remained in his hold. “I know it happened years ago, but it doesn’t change the fact that you hurt me, left when I needed you the most. You scarred me, Alex. I don’t know if I can go through it again, or if I even want to.” My fingers twitched to run through my hair. I fisted them.

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