A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 220

A bitter taste rose in my mouth. The boy, Jonah, was nothing like me in temperament or bearing—yet he bore an uncanny resemblance to our father, a resemblance that felt like a cruel reminder of all that we’d lost. I forced my expression to remain controlled as I took a seat, my eyes never leaving his. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" I asked, my voice low and steady despite the anger churning within me.

The boy looked up at me with a smirk and replied casually, “I’m only here to get my fair share of what Daddy left.” His audacity was almost laughable, and despite the tension, I couldn’t help but let a bitter smile tug at the corner of my mouth. “Take a seat,” I ordered, gesturing toward the vacant chairs around me. Once he settled, I continued, “If you truly had a fair share, wouldn’t that have been clearly stated in our father’s will? Not once was your name mentioned—even when our grandfather died.” His confident facade wavered ever so slightly under my scrutiny, and I could see the storm of trouble brewing behind his eyes. In that instant, I understood how soft I had been being lately—a luxury I could no longer indulge in these stormy times. I knew just what to do, and I swore to myself to deal with him before his destructive allegations could undermine all that we had left.

Jonah slouched forward, his voice low and spiteful as he sneered, "If you don't want everyone in the world to know that our father had a son outside..”

Then what are you going to do?" I interrupted him before he could get the last word out, my voice cold and inflexible, "You mean a bastard son." The words loomed there, and I watched Jonah's face contort with rage.

He fired back, "I'll tell the world, and I'm positive the media will make headlines with it. I want a share—pay my silence, or everybody will know."

After they had left, I left that charged room and soon found myself seeing Faith in the hall, having an intense argument with the detective. He stood there with that infuriating smirk, leaning casually against the wall as he told her, "We’ll see each other again soon, Faith."

The detective’s words cut through the din of our earlier arguments, and I felt my blood boil with anger at his unprofessional attitude. Pushing past him, I stepped closer to Faith, my heart pounding in my chest as I asked in a low, urgent tone, "What happened?" Her eyes were filled with a mix of frustration and sorrow, and as I waited for her response, I could feel the weight of our crumbling plans pressing down on me.