A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 214:

“Get some sleep, baby,” he said softly. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

ALEXANDER

Dominic paced around the room, his steps heavy with frustration, and Eliza’s voice could be heard from the other room, shrill and insistent. I tried to shut it out, but it was impossible. The woman had a way of getting under your skin, making your nerves feel frayed.

“She’s already acting like she’s married to you,” I muttered, standing with my arms folded, leaning against the wall. “It’s disgusting.”

Dominic’s jaw clenched. “You think I don’t know that? I hate this as much as anybody.”

“Then why are you letting it happen?” I bit out, my voice rising in frustration.

He stopped pacing and took a step toward me. His face darkened. “Because I need to keep her close. If I let her go, she’ll run to the media, and the Graham name will be dragged through the mud. With Grandpa gone, we can’t afford that kind of scandal.”

I shook my head, aggravated. “That’s not a good reason, Dominic. Keeping her at your house—around Faith and Caleb—is wrong. You’re punishing your wife for nothing.”

Dominic exhaled sharply, wiping his hand across the top of his hair. “I know it’s not great, but what am I supposed to do? Faith doesn’t get it.”

“Obviously, she doesn’t,” I snapped. “How could she? You’re putting the woman who claims she’s pregnant with your baby under the same roof as her. How do you think that looks to her?”

Dominic glared at me, but I didn’t back down. “Look,” I said, my tone firm, “one thing I do know about Eliza is that the more you rise to her bait, the stronger she becomes. She feeds off your frustration. Stop letting her win.”

“I’m not letting her win,” Dominic snapped, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face.

“You are,” I said, “and it’s going to cost you everything if you don’t stop. Faith just had a baby, Dominic. Do you know what that kind of stress can do to her? She could fall into depression. She’s already dealing with enough.”noveldrama

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“This is so fucked up,” Dominic muttered, his shoulders slumping. “I hate this,” he mumbled.

“Then do something about it,” I said. “Focus on Faith. Show her that she’s your priority. Eliza might be in your house, but that doesn’t mean you have to let her ruin your marriage.”

He let out a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable. “You’re right,” he admitted reluctantly.

“I know I’m right,” I said, my voice softer now. “Don’t make the same mistake I did. Don’t let the woman you love slip away because of your pride or some misguided sense of duty.”

Dominic didn’t say anything for a moment, but I could practically see the gears turning in his head. He knew I was right, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

I sat at the edge of the couch, the phone buzzing in my pocket. I was on the verge of ignoring it, assuming it was just another meaningless thing that would mean nothing in my life. But something told me to check the phone. It wasn’t a call—just a text.

Agent: “The maid is dead.”

My eyes narrowed at the screen. Adelaide. Dead? The weight of the words slowly settled in.

“What’s wrong?” Dominic’s voice cut through the fog, wary. He had been pacing a moment before; now he stood still, his eyes boring into me.

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