A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 95

I turned to face him, frowning. “Why?”

“Just promise me,” he insisted, his eyes serious.

I rolled my eyes but gave in. “Fine. I promise.”

Satisfied, Alex put the phone away and kept driving. We ended up on the opposite side of town—nowhere near his house.

For a moment, suspicion crept in, and I tensed. “Where are you taking me?”

Alex chuckled. “Relax. I love you too much to do anything to you.”

The words made my stomach turn. Love? Was he serious?

We finally pulled up to a small, quiet apartment complex. The place was simple but well-kept. I stepped out of the car cautiously, my heart pounding.

And then I saw him.

Liam.

He was playing in the yard with a toy truck, his cheeks rosy and his movements lively. Relief washed over me like a wave. He looked better—healthier.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice soft.

Alex came to stand beside me, his tone calm. “He’s getting treated. I felt guilty about how far behind his health was, so I’ve had a team of scientists doing research to help him heal faster.”

My throat tightened as I turned to look at him. “Thank you.”

Alex met my gaze, his expression earnest. “If you really want to thank me, share custody with me, Raina. Don’t take him away.”

I looked away, unwilling to respond to that. Instead, I said, “I want to see him often.”

“You can,” Alex replied quickly. “I’ll bring you here whenever you want.”

There was a pause before he added, “And I didn’t lie about Nathan and that woman. I saw them.”

I stiffened, but I pushed the thought aside. I wasn’t here for that. I was here for Liam.

“I knew coming here was a bad idea,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel.

Alex stepped forward, his hand on my arm again. “I’ll drive you. You didn’t come here in your car.”

I wanted to argue, to insist I didn’t need his help, but I didn’t have a choice either, nor the energy. My mind was too scattered, and I didn’t want to fight anymore. I just wanted to get away.

“Fine,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady. “But you better not talk to me the whole ride. I’m not in the mood to talk.”

Alex drove me home in silence. I didn’t look at him, and he didn’t speak. The second the car pulled up to my house, I jumped out and hurried toward the door.

“Raina.”

I froze at the familiar voice. Turning slowly, I saw Nathan standing there, his expression hard.

“What happened to you?” he asked, his voice low.

I swallowed, my heart pounding. What do I say?