A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 300:

Marriage was scarier than being in a haunted house alone with nothing but a broken pencil as a weapon and a blowtorch for lighting. I didn’t lose my cool at the meeting because I wasn’t married, but because I needed rest. If getting married meant stopping all the chaos at the office and getting some rest, I would. Especially if I knew the man like the back of my hand.

Alex stared up at me, his eyes shining with hope—hope that I didn’t want, even as I remained tongue-tied for what felt like an eternity. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t just outrightly refuse.

“Dom, could you excuse us for a bit?” He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he made his request. He drank in every expression on my face like it held the answer to everything.

“You bought a house,” I breathed. It wasn’t a question.

The corner of his lips tilted in a boyish grin that could melt the hardest of chocolates. “It wasn’t really that much of a choice. I really hope you like it, though. A part of me wasn’t sure if marriage would ever be possible, but still, I couldn’t not buy it in case…” He trailed off and grabbed the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze.

“I know it’s stupid, but a part of me hoped you would agree to a little wooing.” He let out a scoff of laughter.

“I don’t think this is right.” His face fell, and it felt like a fist had been wrapped around my heart. “I mean, not this,” I waved a hand between us, “I mean, I don’t know yet if I’m ready for that.” I groaned in frustration. It sounded so much better in my head, but the hurt in his eyes screamed that I was saying all the wrong things.

I let out a shaky breath, looking away from those damn golden retriever eyes. “I don’t know how I feel about the marriage thing, other than it’s for saving the company for now, so just…” I bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, because there was no way to rephrase my next words. “Just don’t expect anything from me.” I risked it. I looked him in the eyes. “Once everything dies down, we get a divorce.” It didn’t matter that it would make it my second divorce in less than a decade.

He winced. “Was it really that bad being married to me?” I cocked an ‘are you shitting me?’ brow at him.

“Fine.” He lifted both hands in surrender. “But can you at least give me the chance to redeem myself and then decide if we stay married or not?” He said it like the thought of the latter tore at him. On his knees, with his eyes fixed on me, pleading, he was so vulnerable. I would have to be a liar if I said I wasn’t tempted to at least try.

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“I can do that.” I tested the words on my tongue, a silver of fear tainting my otherwise leveled voice.

The man was after my life. His lips stretched into that boyish grin that turned my insides to mush. He planted a lingering kiss on the closest hand to him and another on my belly, as if marking his territory, holding my gaze the entire time.

With him on his knees, his eyes glinting with hope and challenge, my insides in disarray, it was almost like our wedding day. He had that same boyish grin, eyes shining with uncontained happiness as he went on one knee, like he was proposing again, saying his vows without a script, all from his heart.

My heart wrenched painfully because unlike that wedding, Liam and Ava were not in the picture, and they would be coming for the wedding. They had already witnessed one divorce, and they hadn’t even been part of the wedding. They hurt from that. What happens if Alex and I get a divorce again after letting them believe in a fairytale that was a wedding ceremony?

“Can you go get Dom?” He cocked a questioning brow at me but went out still. Both men came back in, and I gulped. I knew the request I had would add more hurt to the pile I’d already tossed Alex, but I just couldn’t shake the thought of it—the thought of Liam and Ava being witnesses to another short-lived lie.

“We don’t need to tell the kids or grandma about the wedding.” Alex’s smile faltered, and the glint in his eyes dimmed.

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