Chapter 62
It wasn’t enough. His words weren’t enough to undo the years of pain he’d caused.
I stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as I glared down at him. “Ava is mine,” I said coldly, my voice shaking with fury. “She’s mine, Alex You don’t get to swoop In now and act like you care. You gave up that right the moment you walked away.
His expression didn’t waver. If anything, he looked even more determined.
“I know I can’t do what I did,” he said, rising slowly. “And I know an apology isn’t enough to heal the wounds I’ve caused. But maybe—maybe–my actions can make a difference. Please, Raina Let me try.”
Before I could respond, the waiter appeared, pushing a food trolley and carefully plating our meals. The interruption forced me to regain some semblance of composure, though my hands trembled as I clutched my purse in my lap.
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As soon as the waiter lett, I fixed Alex with a glare, angry tears gathering in my eyes. “We are never getting back together,” I said, my voice low and fin
I didn’t wait for his response. Grabbing my purse, I stood and walked out of the room without looking back.
The hallway was quiet, the soft hum of conversation from the main dining area a distant buzz. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I headed for the exit, my mind racing with memories I’d tried so hard to bury.
“I thought about the past.
I thought about how much I had loved him, how desperately I had wanted to make our marriage work. I thought about the years I spent trying to prove my love to him, only to be met with his indifference.
If he had said all of this years ago–when Ava and Liam were still toddlers–I might have forgiven him. Back then, I had prayed every night for him to come back to us, for him to fight for our family.
But now… now it was too late. The wound he’d left in my heart had turned into a scar–ugly, permanent, and impossible to ignore
If only he had fought for me too
I reached the lobby and pulled out my phone, quickly booking a ride. My hands still trembled, and my breathing was uneven, but I refused to let myself cry. Not here. Not now.
“Raina?”
I froze at the sound of my name, my heart skipping a beat as I tumed toward the voice.
It was Nathan.
He was seated at a nearby table with two other men, a surprised but concerned look on his face
“Great,”
,” I muttered under my breath. Another coincidence.
In a flash, he was by my side, his hand gently grabbing my ann
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m fine,” 1 lied, my voice shaky.
But Nathan wasn’t buying it. He glanced over my shoulder, his jaw tightening as his gaze landed on Alex
*Is it him?” Narhan asked, his voice low and dangerous.
I panicked, grabbing his arm. “Nathan, please,” I whispered. “Just take me home.”
Nathan’s expression softened as he turned back to me. “You don’t even have to ask,” he said.
He wiped a tea
la tear from my cheek with his thumb before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Together, we turned to leave.
But before we could take a step, Nathan was yanked backward.
Alex’s fist connected with Nathan’s jaw, the sound of the punch echoing in the room.
*Stay away from my wife,” Alex growled, his voice low and threatening.
I stood there, frozen in shock.
“Who?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper
Alex turned to me, his eyes filled with something couldn’t name. Possession? Desperation?
