A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 291:

He was silent for a moment, deep in thought. “So, what are you saying?”

“I think it would be best for us if we didn’t see each other again. At least until the baby is born. I’m afraid that might be the only way I would ever be able to let the past go, or at least hope it’s enough.” I rubbed the spot between my eyebrows, rubbing at an ache that wasn’t even there.

Again, he went quiet. His hold loosened, and fear I couldn’t explain gripped me at the thought of him leaving again at that moment.

I needed him to understand, I wanted to explain, but before I could, “I do not accept your terms, Miss Graham.” He gruffed before he slammed his lips on mine. It was nothing like the first kiss. This was far more aggressive, possessive, and had my toes curling for more in seconds. Just as quickly as it started, Alex pulled away, leaving me a gasping mess, like a fish learning to breathe on land.

Our gazes collided, and my insides curled over themselves. Something dark crawled and spread over his eyes, so deeply embedded, all signs of the unsure Alex were gone. Nothing but determination shone in his eyes. Determination to have what he considered his. It scared the shit out of me, but I couldn’t look away.

“There’s no way I’m going to be away from you for that long.” His voice had dropped so low I wouldn’t have heard him if I wasn’t wrapped so tightly against him. “Do you really think I can live without you, Raina?” he asked, nuzzling his chin into my hair.noveldrama

Did I? To be honest, I wasn’t sure. I mean, when he was upset with me, he managed to. But he’d been in my face at the hospital, had breakfast ready by 6 a.m. that morning. He lived at least an hour’s drive away and thirty minutes if he drove like a man on drugs. Could he live without me? I knew for sure I couldn’t without him, but could he? I kept my mouth shut.

Alex sighed, but his hold on me never loosened. “I want to be a part of your life as much as the baby too. And it would be unfair of you to take him or her from me. I won’t let that happen.”

Tears pooled at the corner of my eyes. What the hell?

“Shit.” Alex cursed and was on his knees the next second. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” He swept his thumb over my cheeks, wiping away my tears. “I’m so sorry. I would never hurt you. I just want you to know I want you in my life as much as I would love our child in it too, heck, even more.” He rushed, wiping tear after tear away. “Just give me a chance to right my wrongs and fix my stupid mistakes.”

I snorted at the fear in his eyes. Just moments ago, he sounded like a man ready for war, and now it was all so…ugh. But I loved him still.

“Okay, fine. But can I at least have my ice cream before it becomes mush?” I laughed, wiping tears from my cheeks.

He chuckled and nodded before handing me the chocolate bowl. I wolfed it down and grabbed the vanilla next. By the time I had finished all three flavors, the Oreo one was more cream than ice, and my eyes were heavier than a shopping cart.

Alex slipped under the sheets and pulled me closer. I melted into him, letting my guard drop for a moment.

I stretched, feeling lighter than I had in years. I reached for him, but the bed was empty. I looked around the private care unit, but Dom wasn’t around either. I sighed when I saw Faith approaching the bed.

“Are you okay?” she asked, worry coating her voice, but something else swirled in her eyes. An emotion I couldn’t quite place, but if she was trying to hide it, it could only mean one thing—something was wrong. I pulled myself up using my elbows. I needed to see Alex. Dom. Make sure they were okay. Before I could get out of bed, Faith was by my side. She held me back, blocking my path with her hand.

“You need to rest if you want to get out of here sooner. Stay in bed,” Faith advised, but I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere if she had anything to do with it.

“What’s wrong, Faith?”

She sighed. “The board. They keep demanding to meet with you.” I arched my brows at her. “And that’s a problem why? I haven’t been around for a while; of course, they would want to see me.”

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