A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 296:

“Do I even have any hope?”

That question lingered too long without an answer.

The next morning, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be around her. She wasn’t supposed to be at work; she was meant to be resting. But there she was, strutting down the hall as though the administration wasn’t falling apart.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I swear, if I hear you ask that one more time, you’ll be the one on compulsory rest.” She rolled her eyes. I ignored it and took her hand in mine. With my free hand, I cupped her cheek.

“If at any time you feel even a little bit shaken up or tired, just let me know, and we’ll handle the rest.”

Despite how clingy I was being, she never once complained.

“Okay, but you have to wait outside the conference room.” I didn’t like it. Not one bit, but I agreed to trust her choices. I could start with this.

She’d barely taken ten steps into the room when all hell broke loose.

Screaming shattered the peaceful silence in the office area. One man. And then it turned into a shouting match, with everyone raising their voices so much that no one was actually speaking.

For what felt like an eternity, it went on like this. I couldn’t even hear a word if I wanted to; their voices were muffled despite how loud they were.

“Raina!” A voice yelled angrily. Okay, fuck understanding her choices. I rushed into the room, my heart racing in my chest, a pit forming in my stomach even before I turned toward the source of the chaos.

Raina lay on the floor, barely breathing, her eyes shut. Dominic tried to pick her up, but my body moved on autopilot. I shoved him aside and scooped her up in my arms. He had one job. Just one job. To protect her until she let me do it myself!

I tried not to look at it, tried to control the building rage in my chest, but it became an inferno the moment I did. Blood dripped down her legs, leaving a trail of crimson as I rushed her out of the damn building. I never should have let her go in there on her own!noveldrama

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I was livid. I did everything to suppress the anger growing inside me, but nothing worked. They had to pay. What was so appalling about a woman being CEO? The paper crunched in my fists as I paced around the hallway. Raina was capable, and if they were so insistent on having a man closer to the top, I was her fucking COO, and I could vouch for her competence, sentiments aside. I mean, the woman left her hospital bed just to attend a stupid meeting with wolves on the hunt for blood—her blood.

I tried to wrap my head around it, but no matter how I spun the narrative, it made no fucking sense. The pressure was, to put it lightly, unnecessary—absolutely useless and uncalled for. Her gender had never been an issue until Jonah showed up. But it couldn’t possibly be because of him, could it? It wouldn’t be right, professionally or family-wise. Raina had poured her sweat into this company, regardless of her gender, and she was the one who had to endure years of moving from one orphanage to another while I lived the lavish life she could only dream of every night.

No. Jonah couldn’t be the spark for this fire. Grandfather’s will had been explicitly clear—anyone could understand it, even the uneducated.

Alex barely paid attention to me, his eyes fixed on the door that separated him from Raina, who was being fussed over on the other side.

Despite the ache blooming in my head and the urge for retribution coursing through my veins, I muttered, “She’ll be fine.” I squeezed his shoulder for comfort. Poor guy looked like the life had been sucked out of him. He didn’t respond. I almost gave up on him replying when he finally sighed.

“What the hell happened in that meeting? Why did Raina get so worked up?” The barrage of questions flowed easily, each one following the first with no time for me to actually respond.

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