A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 211

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. I clenched my jaw and turned from him, but Nathan had already seen enough. His smirk deepened. Satisfied, he turned and walked out, leaving me with my thoughts.

The hours ticked by painfully, each second a slow, torturous reminder of my complete powerlessness over what was going on outside these walls. I curled up on the bed, wrists still bound, body aching from being in the same position for too long. I forced myself to think of some way out, but every idea ended the same way—badly. I had to try, though. Because if I sat here and did nothing, Raina would come.

As the evening drew in, the air inside the room grew thick, stifling in its stagnant stillness. I had begun to doze off when suddenly, the door swung open, its loud bang bringing me bolt upright. My pulse spiked as Nathan stormed inside, his usually calm demeanor now completely gone. His face twisted in rage, his dark eyes flashed with frustration as he stalked toward me.

"What the fuck is taking him so long?" he spat.

My throat went dry.

"Did he not get the fucking message? " He was pacing now, his hands working themselves open and closed at his sides. "Does he need me to kill you first before he actually responds?" His voice was hard and sharp, like the edge of a blade piercing through the air.

The fear crawled up my spine, but I forced myself to remain still, to keep my breathing even. It was exactly what he wanted: to shake me, make me crumble.

Nathan let out a harsh, humorless laugh and shook his head. "Maybe I overestimated your importance, maybe Dom doesn't give a shit about you after all."

I didn't take the bait. Dom cared. He cared too much. And Raina—Raina cared about everyone but herself. That was the real problem.

Nathan's jaw ticked, his eyes narrowing as if he could hear my thoughts. "You know what I don't get?" he asked, his voice suddenly lower, dangerous. "Why doesn't she want me anymore?"

I tensed.

My stomach dropped. Oh my God. It all clicked. It made too much sense.

Nathan went on, still trapped in his thoughts, pacing back and forth across the room as if working something out. "And I still don't know how Dominic got the hotel footage," he muttered, his jaw tightening. "I made sure it was gone. So how the fuck did he get it?"

A sharp, twisting guilt stabbed through me. Dom had always been innocent. And I—God, I had been ready to walk away from him. I had wanted a divorce.

I barely had time to process that when the door opened again.

And Eliza walked in.