A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 334

He shrugged, plopping a fry into his mouth. “Doing what?”

“Acting like this. Like you care.”

His eyes flickered and a shadow crossed his expression. “Maybe I do.”

“No, you don’t,” I countered. “You just want control over me.”

“I already have control.”

“Then what is this?”

He exhaled and leaned back on his elbows, his eyes locked on the sky. “Look, Ava…” he started, letting out a deep sigh, “…I know I’ve been an asshole and you don’t have to say it. I know. But I want things to change.”

I blinked at him.

“The only reason why I kept the video,” he continued, sitting up and running his hand through his hair, “it wasn’t just to trap you.” He looked at me then, something terrifyingly vulnerable in his face. “It’s because I don’t want to leave you alone. I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You never had me,” I whispered.

He smiled softly, but there was no humor in it. “Then maybe I want to,” he muttered. “And now that the cat is out of the bag, if I can make you fall in love with me, then I’ll like that too.”

Solace sat between us, thick and heavy.

“So… you’re saying you want me to fall in love with you,” I breathed, almost choking on the words.

“If it means I get to keep you without the threats… yeah. I’d like that,” he affirmed.

I couldn’t breathe. Because this… this twisted, sort version of him was way worse than the violent one. Because at least when he was cruel, I could hate him freely. But this? This was confusing.

My mind screamed at me to shut him down. End it now and tell him no. Then it was never going to happen. This is my chance to finally end things.

But before I could open my mouth, something in the air shifted and his expression hardened. The charm vanished and his voice turned low, dangerous.

“But even if you don’t fall for me or want me,” he added, his tone darkening, “you’re still not getting rid of me. That pussy is way too sweet for me to pass on.”

My stomach dropped. There it is. The real him. I wanted to slap him. Scream, vomit. But I didn’t do any because I was both offended and flattered at the same time.

And because I was still not sure which version of him was more dangerous. Was it the one who claimed to love me? Or was it the one who reminded me that I was nothing more than a body to him?

“Let’s eat,” he announced cheerfully, as if he hadn’t just insulted me. “I’m starving.”

He’s confusing and… psychotic for sure.

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