A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 30:

“What are you staring at? Drive!” he commanded, his voice breaking the fog around me. I snapped back to reality, throwing the car door open as Alexander climbed into the back, cradling her.

Carefully, Alexander murmured words I couldn’t hear. I didn’t need to. All I cared about was getting her to safety.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. I pushed the car to its limits, the speedometer ticking higher as the scenery rushed past. But all I could think about was the woman lying in the back seat, bruised and broken. Alexander was leaning over her, his fingers brushing against her face as he tried to keep her awake. His voice cracked, and his hands trembled slightly as he held her, as if he were afraid she’d slip away if he let go.

When we reached the hospital, I didn’t waste a second, immediately calling for help as Alexander gently carried her inside. The medical staff moved quickly, wheeling her away while Alexander and I followed close behind, helpless to do anything but watch. She was pale, her eyes closed, and the sight of her like that tore through me like a knife. But I forced myself to stay focused. Falling apart wouldn’t help her now.

As the doors swung shut, Alexander turned to me, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Why didn’t we just go to the first hospital where Liam is? It was closer!” His voice was sharp, accusing.

I met his gaze, my own face a mask of restraint. “Because she’ll be safer here,” I said through gritted teeth. “And that’s the only thing that matters.” For a moment, we stood there, each of us struggling with our own fears and regrets. Finally, I spoke again, my voice softer, more certain. “I’ll make sure Liam is transferred here too. Whatever danger there is, they’ll be safer here together.”

ALEXANDER

The second I saw her in that hospital bed, I knew I’d been lying to myself for years. I’d convinced myself that I didn’t love this woman anymore—at least, that’s what I told myself every day since she left. But now? Watching her lying there, pale and unmoving? I felt a stab of something so raw, it made my pulse skip. Maybe it was just the desperation, the knowledge that she was Liam’s only hope. I told myself that was the reason. And yet, a deep part of me knew that wasn’t the full truth. Somewhere in the pit of my mind, the thought crept up that maybe, just maybe, I’d never really stopped loving her. I quickly countered it, as I always did—the photos I’d seen that made everything unravel.

I shifted my gaze to Dominic as he steered the car. The ride was silent, and I was grateful. I wasn’t in the mood for words, especially not with him. Watching him fuss over her the way he did, watching his barely contained panic, made my stomach twist. He was utterly devoted, I could see that. Maybe even in love. And for some infuriating reason, that realization clawed at me, a pang of jealousy searing through my chest. What business did I have feeling that? I reminded myself that whatever feelings I had for her were buried deep, far beneath the rubble of betrayal and hurt. Yet, it was impossible to ignore how much this guy cared, the resources he seemed willing to pull just to save her. More than I ever could. Or had.

The smug certainty he had about her breaking our deal—that look of hurt that had crept over her face when I accused her—I’d been so wrong about her. Again. I hated how that made me feel, the sense that maybe I never really understood her at all.

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But then we got to the hospital, and Dominic had the nerve to suggest that Liam—my son—be moved.

“You want to keep your lover here? Fine,” I snapped, my tone icy. “But there’s no way you’re moving Liam. He’s been at that hospital for years, and he’s not going anywhere.”

Dominic’s face hardened, his eyes narrowing into angry slits. He grabbed me by the collar, yanking me close.

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