Chasing His Betrayed Ex-wife

Rage 1

As temping as it was I knew I couldn't refuse, I had to get it of here no matter what, and she wasn't even making it easy for me, by being a bitch.

  I gazed at her, feeling a mix of shock and confusion. She had always made it clear that she didn't want me around, and I couldn't quite grasp her motives.

  But honestly, it didn't matter to me; all I wanted was to escape this place, and if that meant we had a deal, then so be it.

  "Great, a deal it is. If I were kidnapped and brought here against my will, I'd definitely want to leave," I replied, noticing a smile creeping onto her lips, as if she couldn't believe I was actually agreeing to her terms.

  Despite how tempting it was, I realized I couldn't say no to her terms, why would I ever want to come back here in the first place.

  Her difficult attitude certainly wasn't helping. Each sharp word and dismissive gesture only added to my frustration, making it harder to focus on my own needs and desires.

  I glanced around, searching for an exit, both physically and metaphorically. The stakes were high, and I knew that if I didn't act soon, Dominic would catch up with me and that may be the end of my plan.

  I rolled my eyes at her as she continued to stare at me in disbelief.

  "I can't believe it; you really want to leave," she exclaimed.

  I shot her a bored look, thinking, who wouldn't want to escape after being kidnapped on their wedding day? "Just show me the way, and I'll walk out of here with my head held high, never to return," I declared, and her smile widened.

  "Alright, follow me," she said, leading the way. I could sense her excitement about my departure, which prompted me to ask,

  "What did your sister do to you that made you despise her so much?" She halted and turned to face me, her expression darkening as if I had touched on a painful memory.

  "She... she took what belonged to me. She always has, and I have every right to reclaim what's mine, no matter the cost," she replied, her fists clenched in anger.

  "Are you talking about Dominic? Is that why you're upset? They must have been in love, especially since he called her name so often and didn't want to let me go just because I resembled him," I said, my voice faltering as I tried to process the situation.

  Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting on my cheek, and I instinctively held it. Turning back to Harper, I saw her seething with rage, her eyes blazing as she glared at me, clearly furious with my words.

  You have no right to raise your hand on me like that" I shouted, advancing toward her, but she stopped me with a fierce gaze.

  "Dominic didn't choose her; she manipulated our parents into marrying him to her, fully aware of my feelings for him. She took what was rightfully mine, and don't you dare come here and pretend you understand," she yelled back, and all I could feel was a surge of anger and resentment.

  "Well, I'm glad she did whatever she had to do. You brought this on yourself," I retorted, brushing past her.

  "I can leave on my own, so just back off," I snapped, my fury palpable as I waved my hand dismissively.

  "And don't you dare come back, or you'll regret it," she shot back, her words lingering in the air as I watched her walk away.

  Her threats echoed in my mind, leaving me puzzled about why she was at her sister's house with her husband. It was evident she was infatuated with Dominic, yet he had made it clear earlier that his feelings didn't mirror hers.

  Lost in my thoughts, I wandered into the kitchen, where the staff was busy at work, hardly acknowledging my presence

  . To my right, I noticed a storage room, and a maid emerged in her uniform, sparking an idea. Without considering the risks, I realized Dominic likely had his men stationed everywhere, and my best chance was to blend in with the maids.

  Silently, I slipped into the storage room, where several uniforms hung. I quickly donned one, ensuring I wore a face mask and a hair bonnet to complete the disguise.

  I emerged from the storage room and unexpectedly encountered a woman who seemed to be staring directly at me.

  "You, come with me to the market. I need to pick up some spices," she commanded, and I nodded in response, speechless. This was an easy task and a golden opportunity; all I had to do was follow her.

  A few minutes later, I found myself in the back of a truck, leaving the mansion for the market. Once we arrived, I trailed behind the chef as she made her way to the supermarket.

  "Ma'am, can I use the restroom?" I asked, fabricating a reason to slip away.

  "Be back in a few seconds, or you might have to walk all the way back to the mansion," she warned. Without saying another word, I quietly slipped away.

  Instead of heading to the restroom, I discreetly exited the grocery store, glancing back cautiously. Suddenly, I collided with someone, and I gasped as the bag she was holding fell to the ground.

  "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," I apologized, reaching down to grab the bag.

  "It's alright, I unde..." she started, but then froze, gasping, which caught my attention. She took a step back, covering her mouth in shock.

  "Are you okay?" I asked, noticing her expression as if she had seen a ghost.

  "Eve...is that really you?" she breathed, her eyes wide as she scanned my face.

  "I'm...sorry..." I began to say, but before I could finish, she wrapped her arms around me tightly, knocking the breath out of my lungs as she held me close.

  "I thought you were gone! How, when, why?" she exclaimed, her breath hitching as she clutched me tightly, her voice trembling with emotion.

  "I'm sorry, but I'm not Eve. My name is Chrissa, and I'm from Russia," I replied, trying to reassure her.

  She released her grip, wiping away the tears that had gathered in her eyes, letting out a soft, awkward laugh.

  "Wait... what?" she said, her gaze scanning my face, and suddenly she gasped again.

  "I'm so sorry! Oh my god, you look just like Eve, and I really thought it was her," she apologized, and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I glanced around, fearful that Dominic might appear at any moment and drag me back to his villa.

  "Could you do me a favor? I'm trying to escape from someone, and I could really use your help," I pleaded.

  "OMG, are you in trouble?" she asked, her concern evident as I nodded, still glancing around nervously.

  "Come on, my car is just over there," she said, taking my hand and leading me toward her vehicle. I didn't resist, afraid that any struggle might draw unwanted attention.

  Once we reached the car, she sped off, but I could feel her eyes on me, studying my features intently.

  "I really do resemble her, don't I?" I asked, and she nodded enthusiastically.