Chasing His Betrayed Ex-wife

Hate on the surface

I groaned as I opened my eyes, a dull headache crashing over me in waves. As I sat up, I scanned my surroundings and quickly realized I was in an unfamiliar room.

Something felt off, and the first question that popped into my mind was how I had ended up here. Then, like a sudden jolt, the memories flooded back.

The wedding, Ivan's tragic death right before my eyes, and then there was him. Dominic. The enigmatic stranger who had captivated my attention, filled with an aura of sorrow and countless unanswered questions.

I recalled him injecting something into me—whatever it was that Clarissar had used had definitely knocked me out. As I sat upright, I noticed I was dressed in nightwear, my once beautiful wedding dress now gone.

Clutching the robe tightly around me, I slowly dragged myself out of bed. I opened the door to reveal a long, dimly lit hallway.

A nagging feeling told me I was no longer in Russia, and wherever Clarissar was, it felt like a distant memory. The thought of escaping didn't seem like a viable option.

I made my way down the corridor, drawn by the voices echoing around me until I stumbled upon him. He was shouting orders to his men from what appeared to be an office.

The moment he spotted me, he waved his men away, and I seized the opportunity to barge into the office.

"When are you going to let me go? I have a life outside of this place; you can't keep me here!" I shot at him, my frustration evident as a smirk crept across his face.

"Good morning, beautiful. You know I miss watching you sleep, and it seems nothing has changed," he teased, his playful demeanor only fueling my anger.

"You kidnapped me, and now you're spying on me while I sleep? How much of a creep can you be?" I retorted, glaring at him.

"A creep just for you," he flirted, and I had to restrain myself from lashing out. I was furious about everything, and he chose this moment to joke around.

"I don't care! Let me go! I won't stay here forever; sooner or later, I will escape," I threatened, knowing deep down he wouldn't relent.

He was determined to keep me here, and that infuriated me, especially since he treated me like I was still his ex-wife.

He stepped closer, but I stood my ground, refusing to back down out of fear. As he approached, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me nearer, his breath brushing against my face.

.I have said this before, and I will say it again: I will not let you go. You are my wife, and we belong together. He spoke slowly, lifting my chin to ensure I met his gaze, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

A sense of familiarity washed over me, as if I had known him from another time or place. He occupied my thoughts, a lingering presence that felt like a piece of a puzzle I couldn't quite fit together.