A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 372

LIAM

The hallway outside Kye’s room smelled faintly of disinfectant and nerves. I had been pacing for so long that the soles of my sneakers now squealed against the floor. My phone buzzed in my pocket and when I pulled it out, I saw Asher’s name lighting up the screen.

‘I and the guys are coming over now.’

My stomach twisted. A whole group of them coming now? I imagined the nurses, already irritated with me for loitering here, telling them to leave because of how many they were, but I couldn’t bring myself to text back and tell them not to come because the truth was that they needed to see him. We all do.

I stepped out to the lobby to wait and when I saw the team spilling in through the sliding door, faces tense and voices low, I felt a rush of something sharp and bitter rise in my throat.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty because everyone had already heard about what Kye did… about how he threw himself in the line of fire, taking the bullet that should have torn into me. I wonder how he had seen it coming and I still don’t understand why he took a bullet for me.

Asher was the first to reach me, his question drawing me out of my thoughts. “How’s he doing?” His voice was tight, like he already knew he wouldn’t like my answer.

I swallowed hard. “No change,” I replied with a sigh. “He hasn’t shown any signs nor has he woken up yet but we’re still waiting and hoping. The most important thing is that part where the doctor said that he was critical and if he survived the first night, then we should hope for the best, and it has passed. So now, our fingers are still crossed and we’re hoping that he wakes up soon.”

Their shoulders sagged in a wave, the same unspoken thought moving through all of us. He has survived for now but that doesn’t mean that he’s safe.

And me? I couldn’t stop asking myself why. Why would someone like Kye, who asked to care for no one by himself take a hit for me? I needed to look him in the eyes and ask why he had messed with family, with my sister and then still chosen to protect me. There are things that dad had said and I want to get to the root of things.

Before I could say anything more, movement at the entrance drew my eyes. Standing there was a group of men and as they stepped inside, every instinct in me went cold and it was obvious that they weren’t here for flowers or visiting hours.

Tattoos snaked down their arms and scars were etched across their faces like battle lines. Their clothes were simple, but the way they carried themselves… the sight of violence in their stride made people instinctively step back. What are they doing here? And who comes to the hospital like this?

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