A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 137

RAINA

Alex pulled the car to a stop in front of the house, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us. He turned to me, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you going to be okay?” His voice was soft but tinged with concern.

I hesitated, my hands fiddling with the strap of my bag. “I’ll be fine. I just need some time with my family. I need to tell them what the doctor said.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening briefly. “I understand.”

I could see he wanted to say more, but instead, he added, “I’ll take care of Ava’s test. You can call and talk to the kids later, once things settle.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Alex lingered for a moment, his gaze heavy, like he was debating something. Then, with a quiet sigh, he started the engine again. “Take care of yourself, Raina.”

As he drove away, the taillights disappearing into the night, I felt an ache in my chest. I missed him, more than I wanted to admit. But telling him that wasn’t an option. Not now.

Steeling myself, I turned toward the house.

When I walked into the house, the weight of everything pressed harder on my shoulders. Every step felt heavier, my thoughts a chaotic swirl of grief, anger, and the carefully laid plans Alex and I had just discussed. Dom was there, pacing by the doorway like a restless lion. He stopped the moment he saw me, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms.

“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded, his tone sharp and accusing.

“We need some time alone as a family,” I said, keeping my tone firm, my gaze locking onto Dominic’s.

Adelaide’s smile faltered, her confidence wavering as she sat up straighter. “I am family,” she said, her voice holding an edge of defiance.

I shot her a cold look, my patience wearing dangerously thin. “You know what I mean, Adelaide. This is about our family. You deserve a break.” My voice was icy, leaving no room for argument.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she rose gracefully, smoothing down her skirt with a deliberate motion. “If you insist,” she said, her tone tight, her expression unreadable.

I watched her leave, the tension in my shoulders refusing to ease even after she was gone. My fists remained clenched, my nails digging into my palms as anger simmered just beneath the surface. How dare she claim to be family after everything she’d done? How dare she poison us, harm the very people who had taken her in?

Dominic slumped onto the couch, a long sigh escaping his lips as he stretched out his legs. “Finally,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I can actually breathe without her around. We need to kick her out. For good.”