After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 230

CHAPTER HUNDRED–SEVENTYSIX

HAILEY

I didn’t believe her. Not for a second. But I also knew that I had to pick my battles. And this was not a

battle I was going to win, not right now. I would have to bide my time, to wait for her to make a mistake, to

expose her for the manipulative, scheming woman she truly was..

Dominic took me aside until we were out of earshot, I could still feel Tricia’s gaze on me. His hands found

my waist and he pulled me close.

“I know this is difficult,” he said, his voice a low, earnest murmur. “But I can’t just turn her away. Not when

she’s like this. I’d rather have her here, where I can keep an eye on her, than have her out there,

somewhere, plotting against us.”

“I know,” I said, a sigh of resignation escaping my lips. “But I don’t trust her, Dominic. Not one bit.”

“I don’t either,” he admitted, a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place in his eyes. “But we have to be

smart about this. We have to play our cards right. She has been a friend before she turned into this, and it’s hard watching someone I once protected become like this. If I let her go somewhere else, and something happens to her, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

I knew he was right. But a part of me couldn’t help but feel like we were making a mistake, like we were

inviting a viper into our home, a snake that would strike when we least expected it.

“Fine,” I conceded, a reluctant sigh escaping my lips. “She can stay. But she stays in the guest wing. Away from this building. That’s the least I can do. And she stays away from me and Liam.”

“Deal,” he said, a small, triumphant smile on his lips. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, a sweet, tender gesture that was a silent promise of his love and devotion. “I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm

against my skin.

“I love you too,” I replied, a small, genuine smile on my face.

We walked back to the living room, Tricia’s hopeful expression meeting us.

“Tricia, you can stay in the guest wing. One of the houses there,” Dominic said, his tone a cool, clipped. “But there will be rules. You will stay away from Hailey and my son. You will not go into the main house without an invitation. You will not cause any trouble. Do you understand?”

A flicker of disappointment crossed her features, quickly masked by a grateful smile. “Of course, Dominic. Thank you. I understand completely. You won’t even know I’m here.”

That was the problem. I knew she’d make sure we knew she was here.

Carlos, who had been standing silently by the door, stepped forward. “I’ll show her to her quarters, Alpha.”

“Thank you, Carlos,” Dominic said, a nod of appreciation. “And keep an eye on her.”

CHAPTER HUNDRED–SEVENTYSIX

“With my life,” Carlos replied, a solemn vow that was both reassuring and unsettling.

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Tricia gave us one last, wounded smile before following Carlos out of the room, her head held high, a

defiant, almost regal posture that was at odds with her supposed desperation.

As soon as they were gone, the tension in the room eased, a shift that was almost dizzying. I let out a

breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, my shoulders slumping in relief.

“I need a drink,” I said, my voice a little shaky.

“Me too,” Dominic agreed, a wry, humorless smile on his lips. He walked over to the bar, a sleek, modern

piece of furniture that was a stark contrast to the rustic charm of the rest of the house. “Whiskey?”

“Please,” I said, collapsing onto the couch, my body suddenly feeling heavy and exhausted.

He poured two glasses, the liquid a warm, comforting color in the soft light of the living room. He handed one to me, and I took a long, slow sip, the burn of the alcohol a welcome distraction from the chaos of my

thoughts.

“This is a mess,” I said, a statement of fact rather than a complaint.

“It is,” he agreed, sitting down next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, a warm, comforting weight. “But we’ll handle it. We always do.”

For some reasons, the taste of alcohol didn’t sit well with my stomach. I put the glass down, a wave of nausea washing over me. “I think I’m still sick,” I said, my voice a little weak.

He studied me for a moment, a concerned frown creasing his brow. “You still don’t want me to call a

doctor?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s probably just stress. And Tricia showing up didn’t help.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press the issue. He knew I was stubborn, a trait he both admired and despised. Instead, he leaned in and kissed my temple, a sweet, tender gesture that was a silent

promise of his love and devotion.

“Let’s get you to bed baby,” he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. “You need to rest.”

I didn’t argue. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. The events of the past few days had taken their

toll, and I was running on empty, my reserves depleted.

He carried me up the stairs, a sweet, romantic gesture that made my heart ache. He laid me down on the bed, and pulled the covers up to my chin, a simple, domestic act that was more intimate than any

passionate kiss.

“Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice a little hesitant.

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