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Chapter 87
I couldn’t believe it. After everything, Raina had taken this step–to push me further away, to sever any chance I had left of being near her
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My hands trembled with rage as I charged after Mathan, grabbing him by the roller. “This was your idea, wasn’t it? Thissed, my voice low and
Nathan’s lips curled into a smirk. “And so what if it
s?” he replied, his tone maddeningly calm. “I’m not the one who needs to keep his distance.”
I tightened my grip, my fury botting over. “I swear to God, I’ll kill you if you don’t stay away from her,”
“I’d like to see you try,” Nathan said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whilsper.
Before I could act on my impulses, my mother’s voice rang out behind me. “Alexander! What’s going on here!”
She hurried toward us, her eyes darting between me and Nathan “Who is this?” she demanded.
Nathan straightened his collar, smoothing out his jacket, “Nathan,” he said, extending a hand she didn’t take. “Raina’s boyfriend.”
The color drained from my mother’s face. “Boyfriend? She has a boyfriend when she’s still married?”
Nathan didn’t miss a beat “She’s just being the woman she was accused of being years ago.”
My hands clenched toto fists. “You son el a
But Nathan cut me off with a dismissive wave. “We’ll see who Baina believes in the end,” he said, turning and walking away without so much as a backward glance.
I drove to work, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The rape simmering Inside me was like a low–burning fire, threatening to ignite at the slightest provocation. I needed a distraction, something to get my mind off the disastrous morning and the restraining order I’d just been
But the moment I stepped into the office, I knew focus would be impossible. My thoughts were tangled with images of Nathan and Raina, their connection a maddening puzzle I couldn’t solve. Every memory of them together felt like salt rubbed into an open wound
“Good morning, Mr. Sullivan,” my assistant greeted me tentatively, sensing my mood from the storm cloud likely hanging over my head,
I ignored her polite tone, thrusting a stack of papers onto her desk. “These figures are off,” I snapped, “Redo them.”
She blinked, confused. “Sir, those numbers were triple–checked yesterday”
“Do it again,” I cut her off sharply, my voice colder then 1 Intended.
She flinched but nodded, gathering the papers and retreating to her desk without another word.
I dropped into my chair, trying to bury myself in my own work, but it was no use. My thoughts refused to cooperate. Every attempt to draft an email or review a proposal ended with me staring blankly at the screen. My mind kept circling back to Balna–to the way she smiled at Nathan, to the kiss they’d shared.
The stack of paperwork in front of me blurred as anger surged again. How could she move on so easily? How could she let someone like Nathan get so close?
I slammed my pen down, the loud clatter startling even me. My assistant perked into my office nervously, her expression wary.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asloed hesitantly.
“No,” I mattered under my breath, running a hand through my hair.⠀⠀
By midday, the guilt began to creep in, cutting through the haze of frustration. I’d been unfair to her–barking orders, snapping at her like she was the one responsible for the chaos in my life. With a heavy sigh, I called her into my office
the day off,” I said, my tone softer than it had been all morning
“Take the rest of the day o
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Are you s
“Yes,” I replied firmly. “Go. Relax. I’ll handle things from here.”
She nodded, quickly gathering her things and leaving without a second glance, likely relieved to escape my volatile mood.
Alone in my office, I stared at the restraining order on my desk, my thoughts spiraling
Time w
slipping away, the court hearing looming Just a week ahead. Would I manage to open Ralma’s eyes to the truth about Nathan before then? Could
I convince her without getting close enough to drive her further away?
Yesterday at the auction still haunted me. Her scent–soft, floral, unforgettable–lingered in my mind. Standing near her had been torture. It had taken everything in me not to kiss her. Even now, I could still feel the ache of restraint, the frustration of watching her pull further from me and closer to that
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I muttered under my breath, “How am I supposed to win her over? How do I make her love me again?”
