Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264

Kim’s voice was quiet but steady. “The headaches are less intense now. I can control my limbs better, though everything still feels weak.”

I nodded, staying a safe distance from the bed. “That’s normal during recovery. Your nervous system is reestablishing control.”

“She hasn’t been sleeping well, Vanessa interjected, looking between us anxiously. “Nightmares.”

“Also expected,” I replied, keeping my tone professional. “Your brain is processing trauma.”

Kim kept staring at me, something uncertain in her expression. Finally, she asked the question I wasn’t prepared for.

“Why did you help me?’ Her voice cracked slightly. “After… everything?”

The simple question cut through my clinical distance. I felt my carefully constructed walls trembling.

“I… I searched for words that wouldn’t expose too much. “I couldn’t let Lyra destroy you. No matter what happened between us.”

Kim’s eyes welled with tears. “I never wanted to hurt you. When Mom took me instead of you… when I chose Rocco…” She trailed off, seeming unable to continue.

Vanessa began crying silently. “I made so many selfish choices,” she whispered. “I chose what was easier for me, not what was right for either of you.”

The tension in the room shifted, becoming something more fragile, more honest. I felt my own throat tightening.

“I had a lot of time to think,” Kim said softly. “While Lyra was in control, I could still see everything. I kept thinking about how I’d betrayed my own sister… how I never even tried to know you.”

“You didn’t know I existed until recently,” I pointed out, surprised by the gentleness in my own voice.

“But after I found out, I still chose him. I still chose myself.” Kim’s honesty was disarming. “I’m sorry, Kira. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I am truly sorry.”

“I don’t know what kind of family we can be,” I said honestly. “But I’m not angry anymore. That’s a start.”

The relief on both their faces was visible. We weren’t magically healed–too much had happened for that–but we’d taken a step toward something new.

As the conversation continued, touching on safer topics like Kim’s recovery timeline, my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see Rocco’s name on the screen: Need to see you. Important.

My heart skipped a beat. After everything that had happened with Andy, with the trial, with my father’s recovery–what could Rocco possibly need?

“I have to go,” I said, looking up at Kim and Vanessa. “But I’ll come back tomorrow.”

And strangely enough, I meant it.