A Divorce He Regrets

A Divorce He Regrets.

NOVEL STATUS: ON GOING

PUBLISHED CHAPTERS: 200+ CHAPTERS

A Divorce He Regrets – Sneak Peek

My body ached in ways I couldn’t describe, and in places I couldn’t name. My skin was sticky with perspiration, and my muscles trembled from hours of labor.

The feeling of motherhood, though it had just begun for me, was so surreal that I could hardly believe it. Despite having nine long months to prepare, nothing could have truly prepared me for the reality. I’m a mother now, I thought, though my heart still ached as I lay in the hospital bed, gazing at what could possibly be my greatest fulfillment as a woman.

My newborn twins.

Joy and pride filled my heart as I watched them—my beautiful boy and girl, swaddled beside me. But that joy was almost completely eclipsed by a gnawing sense of unease—one I had become all too familiar with over the years.

Despite the air conditioner, the sterile room still felt stifling.

But the coldest presence loomed over me. He stood there, broad-shouldered and cruelly handsome, his face emotionless.

My husband.

He just stood there, regarding me as if I were something to be discarded. Maybe I was. I had just delivered our babies—our future—and he couldn’t even offer a smile. No words of comfort. No, “I’m proud of you.”

How I yearned to hear even just that.

I held my breath, waiting for something—anything—to break the silence, but what came next was the last thing I expected.

When he moved, it wasn’t to cradle our children or brush a tender hand against my hair. Instead, he wordlessly tossed a stack of papers onto my lap.

“Sign them,” he ordered, cold and detached.

His words took a moment to register.

I blinked, my eyes still hazy from the exhaustion of pushing two little humans out of me. Sign them? I looked down at the papers, then back at him in confusion.

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“I’m sorry, what?”

“The divorce papers,” he cut in harshly, as though it should’ve been obvious.

My heart dropped, my stomach twisting painfully.

What?

“Here,” his voice was clipped as he tossed me a pen. His movements were so impatient that one would think all this was an inconvenience to him, not someone who had just spent the last few hours in labor.

“What—” My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the papers again in disbelief. What was going on? I had literally just given birth to his children. He couldn’t be serious.

A divorce?

“I—I don’t understand. I just gave birth—” My voice cracked.

“And you’re damn lucky those kids are even mine!” His tone oozed with venom. “I had the doctors run a DNA test the minute they were born.”

My mouth fell open. “Had the results shown otherwise… believe me when I say I’d have made you and your lover’s life miserable.”

I reeled back in shock—the feeling so acute it was dizzying. He’d done what? My what? The accusation hit me like a physical blow. My brain scrambled to make sense of the words as I struggled to breathe, my pulse thundering in my ears.

“Alex, what…” I choked out. “What lover?” Did he think I’d cheated on him? After I’d spent practically every second showing him how much he meant to me? “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Raina.” He spat, stepping closer. “Now, sign them.”

Tears pricked my eyes.

“Is this some kind of joke? It had to be!” I stammered, desperately grasping for anything to make sense of it.

“Oh, spare us the theatrics, Raina! We all know what’s been going on.” Vanessa, his sister, snarled from a corner of the room, stepping forward. I hadn’t even noticed her. “So do us a favor and stop…fucking…pretending!”

My mind raced. This wasn’t happening. No, it really couldn’t be happening. Was I in a coma and living my worst nightmare?

“I’m not—” I started, but she flung a pile of photographs at me, some landing haphazardly on the bed, some fluttering to the floor.

Wincing, I pushed myself into a sitting position and reached for one with trembling hands. Seeing was difficult through the blur of tears. My breathing was labored, rapid, and shallow.

“A—Alexander, listen—”

“Enough!” He barked furiously, before I’d even had a chance to see the glossy images. “Stop wasting my time and sign the damn papers, you whore!”

A whore? Me—his wife?

Where was this coming from? What was happening?

His words stung—like a needle lodging itself painfully in my chest.

Oh God, was he being serious then, about… ending this? Ending us?

Panic clawed at the insides of my throat as I began hyperventilating—my body shaking uncontrollably as the room began to spin.

Through my tears, I searched Alexander’s face for some flicker of emotion.

However little.

Compassion. Concern. Love.

There was none.

All I found was the coldness in his hard features.

Had I loved the wrong man? The thought shattered me.

For years, I’d ignored the signs.

His family had hated me from the outset, believing I wasn’t good enough for him and undeserving of their prestige.

I’d endured their insults and constant belittling. Several times, his mother had offered me money to disappear before the wedding, and I’d declined—my love for him had been just that. Love. Pure and undiluted. I didn’t want money.

At every juncture that they’d maligned me, and I’d told Alexander, he’d just shrugged.

“That’s just the way they are, Raina. They’ll come around.”

But they never did. And he never defended me.

Not when his sister called me a gold-digger during our engagement. Not when his father suggested he annul the marriage after our first year.

I stood by him, loving him more despite his family’s contempt, their bribes, and verbal abuse, making excuses all the way for his silence.

But now, he was completely gone.

Or perhaps, he’d never been mine at all.

I’d been forcing myself on him the whole time.

It was painfully clear in that moment how he’d really never loved me. Not the way I’d loved him, anyway.

What a fool I’ve been, I thought, as the darkness claimed me.

“Now, stop delaying and sign the papers. I have places to be.”

“Alex,” I whispered, turning to him instead. “Please, can we talk alone? This is all a misunderstanding, I’m sure.” Desperation choked my words. “Just hear me out.”

“NO.” He glanced at his watch, dismissive. “There’s no need. I know all I need to know. We’ll talk when our lawyers are involved, so you can save your lies for then.”

“Alex… You know me. You know I wouldn’t do any of this. I’ve always loved you—only you. I’ve never been unfaithful.”

But he didn’t care. He didn’t even look at me as he spoke. “Just sign the papers. We’re done.”

“Alex…” I choked out, my lips trembling, begging him with my eyes to hear me out.

But he just stared hard at me, unflinching, heartless, and immovable.

“Please don’t make me repeat myself.” He ground out, looking as though he was restraining himself from spitting on me.

Tears blurred my vision as I picked up the pen with hands that shook so badly, I could barely scrawl my name—but I did. What choice did I have? As I finished, I looked over at my newborn twins, finding solace in the fact that I would still have them, at least.

But then, in a cruel twist of fate, his mother, whom I hadn’t noticed before because she’d been right beside me, behind the machines, stepped forward and gestured to my babies.

“Take him and let’s leave.”

My head snapped up in alarm. “What?”

“Read the papers.” Alexander drawled coldly. “You signed away your parental rights to my son.”

My blood ran cold. “Alex, no…” I couldn’t breathe. “H-he’s just a baby, you can’t take him away from me! You can’t—!”

“He’s my heir!” His jaw clenched. Then, leaning forward, he continued lethally, “The girl… You can keep her. As a favor, I could take them both, but this way I won’t have to worry about her becoming a slut like her mother.”

I gasped, recoiling. “Alex! How can you say that about our daughter, about me?”

“Your daughter. Yours alone, from henceforth,” he said flatly. “The doctor has said…”

“She’s unhealthy and may not survive long. I have no need for a liability. Especially one that might turn out to be anything like you.”

With that, he turned his back on me, on everything we’ve had together, and walked out with our son in his arms.

I screamed after him, sobbing uncontrollably, too weak to even get out of bed. “Alex! Alex, please! Alex, don’t take him… Please!” But he didn’t look back.

I collapsed, clutching my baby girl to my chest as the sobs racked my body, the weight of the betrayal crushing me. Rejected and deserted, I was alone. Completely and utterly alone.

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