A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 25:

The room was dim, the only light coming from the machines surrounding the bed. I looked at him—this small, frail figure swathed in blankets, tubes hooked up to every part of him. His face was pale, his breathing faint, and I felt a cold satisfaction as i looked at him. He was a mirror of his mother, and it filled me with disgust. Only his eyes and hair bore any resemblance to Alex, and even then… this was her son, not Alex’s.

I took a seat beside him, crossing my legs and leaning in, speaking in a voice that was almost a whisper. “You don’t belong here,” I said, my words laced with contempt. “If Alex had just married me, my child would have been his heir. Not… you.” The bitterness surged in my veins, tightening my throat.

My hands hovered above the machine, fingers brushing over the blinking lights, every nerve in my body wired with the anticipation of what I was about to do. It was so simple—a movement so small, and yet it would solve everything. And when Raina dies too, finally, Alex would have no choice but to rely on me. I would be his comfort, the one he needed.

“If you were gone,” I whispered softly, my voice dripping with satisfaction, “and your mother dies, then I’d be there for him. He’d see… he’d see that I’m the one he truly needs.”

My hand tightened over the machine, heart racing as I prepared myself. One little action, one quiet, irreversible step, and it would all be over.

But then, just as I was about to act, a sharp scream pierced the air, shattering the silence. I turned, startled, my heart leaping into my throat. I gulped down the ache that had risen in my throat. It was her—Raina.

RAINA

The pounding in my head made it hard to think, like my skull was caught in a vice. I tried to lift my hand to ease the ache, but… I couldn’t. My wrists were bound to the arms of a chair, and my ankles were tied together, holding me in place. Panic twisted in my chest as the memories came flooding back: Eliza, her cold smile, the way she’d looked at my son. The vile threat she’d made against Liam, as if his life meant nothing.

My breathing quickened. Liam. The ache in my head faded beneath a sharp spike of fear. If she got to him before I did, if she carried out her plan, then all my efforts, every piece of this painful journey, would be for nothing. No! I couldn’t let her get away with this. I thrashed against the bindings, calling out, my voice cracking with desperation.

“Help! Please, someone! My son is in danger. He… he’s going to die if I don’t get to him!” My pleas echoed off the walls of the dark room, empty of any sympathy, any signs of life.noveldrama

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But as I struggled, guilt cut through the panic. I should’ve agreed with Alexander when he first demanded my bone marrow. I shouldn’t have waited. If something happened to Liam now, his death would be on my hands as much as Eliza’s. The sharp regret settled like a stone in my stomach, and for a moment, it was all I could feel.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Someone help me.”

My throat was raw from shouting, every cry scraping painfully through my parched mouth. But I forced myself to try again, one last desperate call tearing out from deep inside me.

“Please! Somebody help me! I need to get to my son!” My voice ricocheted off the empty walls, fading into the thick, oppressive silence.

And then, footsteps—heavy, slow rhythm—each step echoing louder than my heartbeat, filling me with dread.

The door swung open, and a man stepped inside, tall and broad with a scar slicing down his cheek. He looked at me, more annoyed than anything, rubbing his temples as if I was the worst part of his day.

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