Chapter 20

ALEXANDER

What a fool I had been. All this time, blinded by my own arrogance, by my anger. Dominic wasn’t Raina’s lover—he was her brother. Her brother.

Why didn’t she stop me at the hospital when I lost control and lashed out? Why didn’t she tell me then and there?

The memory of that day resurfaced, sharper now, cutting deeper. Vanessa’s smug face as she handed me those pictures of Raina in another man’s arms. I hadn’t even looked closely at the man’s face. I’d been too consumed by rage, too ready to believe the worst about her.

I sat on the cold floor of Liam’s hospital room, my back against the wall, staring blankly ahead. Liam lay motionless in his bed, hooked up to machines keeping him alive. Guilt clawed at me, relentless and suffocating.

What had I done?

I robbed my son of his mother’s love. I took him from her, convinced that I was doing the right thing, that I was protecting him. I thought I’d been saving him, but instead, I’d failed him