A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 240

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 knees like he was proposing again as he said 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 already witnessed one divorce they hadn't even been been part of the wedding and 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 tossed Alex, but I just couldn't beat 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, the glint in his eyes dimmed.

Dom's brows kissed in a frown, "Why?" He asked like I just told him I wanted to catch bigfoot and use him as a teddybear.

I sighed, "If the marriage doesn't work out again and we get a divorce," I avoided Alex's gaze like the plague. I could feel the heat of his atare on the sides of my face, but I didn't dare look, "it'll hurt them and I don't think I can do that, not even for the company that's trying to kick me out." I rushed.

Dom crossed his arm over his chest, an impassive look on his face like he didn't just hear me, "And if it does?" He challenged.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was right. What if it does? There was at most a five percent chance it would, but there was also over ninety percent chance it wouldn't, past history aside. But what if it does? The words echoed in my head.

"Fine. We can keep it a secret." He caved. "For now."

Two day passed in a blue. I spent most of it in bed even if I couldn't be off work. Nope, not because I loved lazying about while the workload piled up, but because Alex had been like a typical jailer, only letting me to get off the bed to use the restroom and frshen up. I swear, if he could follow me into the restroom, he could have. With all the time he spent hovering over me at the hospital, I couldn't help but wonder how exactly his company was doing with him gone so often.

The wedding came faster than I expected. It was an intimate gathering, if you consider a small gathering where most of the guest were my people I barely knew but were related to me in one way or the other and happened to be in town.

The choir broke into the melody that would usher me in and my hands shook. A mix of anticipation and fear. I knew it wasn't real, but no matter how many times I screamed it for my heart, she refused to get the memo and jumped everytime I caught a glimpse of him.

The minister hurried through most of the mundane processes, only slowing down when the time for the vows came. I tried writing something the night before, but what do you say to a man who looked at you like you were the reason he still took steady breaths? Like he was the luckiest man alive to have you standing before him in a rented wedding dress you didn't even pick out yourself, with no makeup, a pair of old heels and a hurriedly done sleek bun?