Chasing His Betrayed Ex-wife

Confusion part 1

Clarissa POV

When I gazed into his eyes, a strange familiarity washed over me, yet no matter how hard I tried to recall, my mind remained a blank slate.

I noticed the surprise etched on his face as he took a step back, and for the first time, I allowed myself to truly observe him.

He was undeniably attractive, with dark hair pulled back neatly, but the scar that traced from his eye to his cheek gave him a rugged appearance.

In an instant, the haunting image of Ivan lying motionless on the ground invaded my thoughts, sending a chill of fear through me.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, I sensed something was off; this man seemed certain that I was someone he recognized as his wife and had interrupted my wedding because of it.

To make matters worse, he had revealed that he was divorced from his wife, and I couldn't understand why he was so determined to win her back after having left her.

He turned and walked to the back of the jet, leaving me alone in the passenger seat, still dressed in my wedding gown and makeup. I felt a swirl of emotions—perhaps fear—but I couldn't quite pinpoint what was happening.

This situation felt unsettling, and I didn't like it at all. I must have drifted off in my thoughts, utterly exhausted, because the next thing I knew, I woke up to find him cradling me in his arms, carrying me off the plane.

I felt too drained to resist, knowing deep down that he wouldn't let me go, still believing I was his wife. Before long, we were in a car, and the ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

I sat beside him, feeling his gaze on me, and every time he reached out, I instinctively recoiled, staring out the window as the scenery blurred by.

Eventually, we arrived at a mansion that seemed oddly familiar, but my mind was foggy, and I struggled to recall why. I noticed him watching me with a look of concern, yet he remained silent.

"What happeneto you?" he suddenly asked, his sorrowful gaze piercing through me. I stared back at him, bewildered, as if he had lost his mind.

"I've told you before, I'm not your wife. Why can't you grasp that?" I retorted sharply, noticing the frown that crossed his face in response.

"You are my wife, and soon you will realize it," he insisted, stepping out of the car and holding the door open for me.

As I exited, I let out a scoff and walked into the building ahead of me.

"You're just wasting your time; I am not your wi..." My words trailed off as I entered the living room.

There, hanging prominently, was a massive photograph, not just any photo, I saw myself in that picture, or a woman who looked exactly like me. She  was in a beautiful wedding dress, beaming, while Dominic stood beside me, frowning at the camera as he held my hands tightly.