A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 374

KYE

Recovery was slow and being in bed all day long made every second stretch thinly and fragile like a glass that was easy to break. The doctors had cleared me for light movement, but my ribs still ached like someone had stitched fire with my skin.

Every breath I took scraped against the edge of that pain, but I couldn’t complain, not when Ava had barely left my side all week. Is this what heaven feels like… well without the constant pain.

She had turned the boring, sterile hospital room into something softer as sunlight spilled across the sheets and her perfume lingering in the air, her voice slicing through the silence whenever it got too thick.

She would read sometimes, or pretend to scroll through her phone, but I caught the way her eyes always glanced up to check if I was still breathing normally. I didn’t deserve that kind of care, especially not from her after everything that I had done.

Liam was there too, pacing around the room with restless energy since he had taken it upon himself to guard the door like some kind of self appointed watchdog. Dramatic much? I didn’t mind though because he was better company than the silence that waited when Ava wasn’t talking.

Even their parents had come to see me earlier that morning like they did everyday. And that, more than the pain in my body, had been the hardest thing to endure.

How could I have been so damn stupid? How could I have been dumb to want to hurt such a family? I had spent months convincing that I wanted to destroy this family… the Grahams, their empire and their names. But sitting here, surrounded by their warmth, their worry and their unity, I realized that I had been trying to hurt something that I didn’t understand. And maybe I never will.

Because the truth was that my own so-called family was the same reason I was in this bed to begin with. My grandmother had not called me once since I got shot and admitted… not a single word, not even to check if I was alive. I had heard that Dylan dropped by the hospital one night, but I knew that it wasn’t out of care. If anything, he had probably come to make sure the bullet had done its job. Some family members I have.

The realization of my reality stung more than the wound in my side.

Liam leaned against the window now, his arms crossed as his reflection became one with the fading sunlight. “So,” he started, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, “what do you plan to do now?”

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