A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 210

Nathan cocked his head. "Don't make me force you, Faith."

I made myself pick up the fork. My hands were trembling ever so slightly, but I lifted it to my mouth and took a bite. The food was fine to my taste, though it was as if I chewed dust, but my body needed it, every swallow felt wrong, as if I'd be accepting something from the devil himself.

"Slow down," Nathan said, his eyes boring into me. "If you need more, I'll get more. No need to act like I'm starving you."

I wanted to toss the plate at his head. Instead, I took a deep breath, shoving the tray away when I couldn't bear another bite. I dabbed at my mouth with the napkin, forcing myself to look him in the eye. "What do you want?" I asked again.

Nathan sighed, shaking his head. "Faith," he said, almost disappointed. "You know what I want. Your husband does too."

A sharp unease crawled through me.

Then his lips curled into something sinister. "Tell me, who do you think Dominic will choose?"

I frowned. "What?"

Nathan's smile didn't falter. "If it came down to it—if he had to make a choice—who do you think he'd save?"

The truth of it slapped me in the face. My chest tightened. He was referring to Raina.

My heart thudded as I swallowed hard, choosing the right words. "This is pointless," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Dom and I are divorcing. Whatever it is you're trying to do, it's not going to work."

Nathan let out a low chuckle and shook his head like I had just said something amusing. "No, Faith. That's not possible."

I clenched my fists. "It's the truth."

He smiled, slow and knowing. "You think the man who fought tooth and nail to keep you safe is going to just let you go?"

I opened my mouth, but before I got a word out, Nathan had pulled out his phone and dialed a number. My stomach dropped. I could hear Dominic on the other end, his voice raw with frustration, fear.

Nathan put the call on speaker so I could hear Dom's voice crack, his words tumbling out in pure desperation. He was going insane.

I went still.

No.

Who the hell called Raina back home?

Nathan's eyes did not leave mine, and an unnerving calm fell over his face, as if he were working out some sort of puzzle that made sense only to him. Then in a voice oozing quiet amusement, he asked, "Do you really know Raina at all?"

My nails dug into my palms. I lifted my chin, refusing to let him see how much his words unsettled me. "Alex won't let it happen," I said firmly. "Neither will Dom. They won't give her up."

Nathan exhaled, shaking his head like I was a child who just didn't get it. "That's where you're wrong," he murmured. "You've lived with her for years, and yet, you still don't see it, do you?" He took a slow step closer, his gaze sharp, dissecting. "Raina will come to me on her own. To save you," he continued, his lips curling into something almost smug. "She always throws herself into the fire for the people she loves. And I'm counting on that."

A sharp pang of fear shot through me. Because deep down, I knew he was right. Raina didn't hesitate when it came to protecting the people she loved. If she thought she could trade herself for my safety, she would. And that terrified me. My vision blurred as panic set in, my chest tightening with the realization of just how easily he could lure her in. She wouldn't wait for Dom or Alex to come up with a plan. She wouldn't listen to reason. If she thought she could end this by offering herself up, she would walk right into his hands.