Chasing His Betrayed Ex-wife

The nurse smiled and said, "Congratulations, ma'am, you're pregnant." I stared at her in disbelief, my heart racing with joy as I covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face.

Happiness washed over me. This was my chance to mend my marriage, to finally give my husband the family he had always dreamed of, and to welcome him back into my life.

After a year of marriage, our attempts to conceive had been unsuccessful, which had caused Dominic to become distant from me.

He spent countless hours outdoors and rarely returned home. As I hurried out of the hospital, my heart was filled with joy; I couldn't wait to share the wonderful news with my sister and celebrate together.

Being married to a mafia Don, the family needed an heir, and I had struggled with infertility. But now, I finally had the chance to secure my position as Don's wife.

As soon as I parked in the penthouse garage, I jumped out of my car and rushed to the elevator. My heart raced with excitement, and I couldn't help but giggle as I ascended. I was determined to surprise Dominic with the news, and I knew he would be thrilled.

I hurried out of the elevator, eager to reach my sister's apartment. I hadn't called ahead, and knowing her, she was likely inside, lost in her thoughts.

As I stepped into the apartment, an unsettling silence enveloped me.

"Harper... are you here?" I called, placing my handbag on the chair pulling out the test result, and placing it on the counter before quickly making my way to her room.

I opened the door, and my heart raced at the unexpected scene that greeted me.

It was my sister Harper and my husband who had her bend over at the post of the bed and rambling inside her.

I gasped as they turned to face me, their eyes devoid of remorse or regret.

"Harper, how could you do this?" I shouted, rushing toward her in anger, but Dominic restrained me.

"Let me go, please... no..." I pleaded, fighting against his grip.

"Let me simplify this for you," he said, and as I met his gaze, my heart ached. He was the man I had devoted myself to for months, striving to earn his love and affection, yet it all seemed in vain.

"It's over between us. My lawyer will reach out to you with the divorce papers. Since we don't have any children, this should be straightforward, and you will receive fair compensation," he stated, leaving me in tears, my eyes wide with disbelief.

I turned to my sister, only to find a smirk playing on her lips; she was pleased that Dominic was ending our marriage, and it was unmistakable in her gaze.

"How could you do this to me?" I cried out in anguish.

"What have I done?" he retorted, his face twisted in disgust. I struggled to keep my composure as he spoke to me with such animosity.

His words ignited anger and sadness within me. How could he even ask that after I discovered him in bed with my sister? Did he truly despise me that much?

"I trusted you completely. I did everything to make you happy and to strengthen our bond, yet you chose to betray me with my sister. How could you do this?" I shouted at him, my voice filled with pain as I looked into his eyes, which were devoid of any emotion.

"You didn't give me a child. You're barren, utterly barren. I can't live without a child; my family would never accept that. So, I've made my decision: we will part ways, and you will be compensated," he replied coldly, as I struggled to stifle my sobs. How could he do this to me?

I realized I was powerless against him; he was the Don for a reason. As soon as he released me, I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed with grief, watching him gather his clothes and leave.

He paid no mind to my cries as I mourned. My sister, too, seemed indifferent as she got up to dress, and I could see the delight in her eyes, the satisfaction she felt in this moment that was so devastating for me.

How could you do this to me, Harper? I trusted you; you're my sister! My voice trembled as I spoke, and I had never felt so shattered in my life.

"I did what I had to do to survive. You should understand that," she replied, glancing back at me

"Survive what? How?" I yelled at her in anger as she scoffed.

"You have no idea if you're done leave," she snapped at me.

"You're my sister, you heartless witch! Don't you feel any remorse for what you've done? Can't you see how deeply you've hurt me?" I shouted, tears streaming down my face as she met my gaze.

"I honestly don't care," she said coldly, and I stood up, moving closer to her.

"I'm going to have his baby. After the divorce, you can just leave," she said, and I felt my body tremble with rage. How could she dictate my life like this?

"And what if I refuse? You can't control me," I challenged her, and she laughed as she turned to face me.

"Then brace yourself, sister. You'll wish for death, while I get everything I want," she declared.

"You will pay for this, Harper. I swear it," I retorted fiercely as I stormed out of the penthouse.

Days went by, and they felt like the darkest moments of my life. Dominic hadn't returned home for a single day, and on the third day, his lawyer delivered the divorce papers to me.

The settlement was substantial, just as promised, but I had no intention of accepting it. I planned to leave this place far behind and raise my child where he or she would be safe from him.

With a heavy heart, I signed the papers, packed my bags into the truck, and drove away. Tears streamed down my face as I made my way to the airport, and just as I locked my phone, it rang.

"What do you want?" I snapped at Harper, who responded with a mocking laugh.

"You think I'd let you escape so easily? While you're pregnant," she threatened, sending a shiver down my spine.

"How do you know I'm pregnant?" I shot back, my voice low and fierce.

"You left your test results on my counter, you know!" she said, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had completely forgotten that I had taken the results to her place and left them there.

"It's done, Harper. You can have him; I'm done here, and don't worry he isn't coming near my child" I shouted into the phone before abruptly ending the call.

Just then, a car crashed into mine, and I felt a sharp pain as my head struck hard. I released the steering wheel, and everything faded to black.

A year later

I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The day I had dreamed of for so long was finally here. Before me, Ivan stood, his eyes locked onto mine with such affection that I could feel the warmth spreading through me.

In just a few minutes, he would officially become my husband.

As the priest began to speak, his words became a distant hum in the background. It felt as though it was just Ivan and I in that moment, the entire world fading away around us. His gaze held mine steadfastly,

"Clarissa, do you take Ivan to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest's voice finally pierced through my thoughts.

"I do," I answered dreamily, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ivan smiled, a smirk dancing on his lips as he gazed at me with unwavering affection. The moment seemed frozen in time, suspended between anticipation and fulfillment.

"And do you, Ivan, take Clarissa to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest turned to him.

"I do," Ivan's voice rang out with confidence, his eyes never leaving mine.

The priest then addressed the audience, "Do the audience accept this union? Speak now or forever hold your peace."

For a moment, the crowd remained silent, as if holding their breath in anticipation. The air was thick with emotion and tension.

Then, unexpectedly, a voice broke the solemn silence.

"I object to this union!"

Gasps rippled through the audience, heads turned to locate the source of the interruption

My heart skipped a beat as I searched the crowd, my mind racing with confusion and fear.

Who would dare object?

I turned to look at the source of the voice and my voice was caught in my throat, it was a man, he looked so handsome, his hair was pulled back to the back of his head in a bun, and his stormy grey eyes seemed to be filled with anger.

I felt like I knew him from somewhere but the more I thought about it, I came up with nothing but headaches.

"What is the meaning of this" Ivan snarled at the handsome stranger.

"Shut the fuck up Ivan," the stranger snapped at Ivan who growled and was pissed off. I looked at the stranger as if he was mad, i had never seen someone talk to Ivan the way he just did, it seemed he had a death wish, but judging from the way he spoke and carried himself, I knew he didn't fear Ivan.

"This is my goddamn wedding, you have no right to interrupt Dominic," Ivan snapped at the stranger who narrowed his eyes at him. I could see both of them stare at themselves with so much hate.

"I'm here for my wife, and then I will be on my way," the man who I knew to be Dominic responded and I could hear the gasp in the atmosphere, I could see men standing up among the crowd, and I knew very well this was an ambush, whoever this man was, I knew he as dangerous.

The man who stood up, appeared to be with him, and that scared me the most, but I was confused and scared, who in their right mind interrupts a wedding just to take their wife?

I implored Dominic, "Could you please take your wife and leave us in peace?" His gaze shifted to me, and I noticed a fleeting emotion in his eyes, though I couldn't quite grasp what it was.

"Yes I would, come with me, please Eve, I promise, I would make life far more for you than I ever did," he said looking at me as I looked at it in confusion.

What was this, he referred to me as Eve meanwhile my name was Clarissa, and why would he be calling me his wife?

I looked at him like he had gone mad, but knew he meant what he had said judging by his expression. The scar on his face stood out and made him look dangerously handsome.

"Stop this madness, you have no right to show your face here after what you have done, you have no right being here," Ivan said as he stepped forth, I could see how shaken he looked but he masked it up with his facial expressions.

I was confused about what was going on.

Why did this man refer to me as his wife?

Why was Ivan shaken by the event?

What was happening?

"Madness, you should count yourself lucky, that I let you live, Eve is coming with me, and anyone that has a problem with that can face my wrath" Dominic roared out and as soon as the words left his lips I could see the men bringing out a gun from their bodies and this scared the crowd.

"What's happening, someone tell me what's happening?" I pleaded as I turned to look at Ivan who was staring at Dominic with so much hate and anger in his eyes everyone seemed to know who Dominic was except me and this scared the hell out of me.

"You lied to her, you swine, why don't you tell her who im i, tell her what you did, tell her who you are, forcing her to marry you, you traitor" Dominic snapped at Ivan who stayed silent, I looked at Ivan and I could see that he couldn't meet my eyes.

"No, I accepted to wed Ivan, he is to be my husband and I love him more than anything, I don't know you, and I ask that you leave," I intercepted him, I didn't know who he was but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him crash my wedding.

"Never, I left you time and time again, but I would never leave you, you may not know me, but I know you would never accept this union, you being forced into this but I promise I am going to make everything right" he answered.

And without a word, he pulled out his gun and fired.

Dominic POV

Aiden burst into my office, his voice filled with urgency.

"Boss, we found her!" The moment those words reached my ears, I leaped from my chair, my heart racing with hope and anxiety. It had been a year since my Ex wife vanished without a trace, leaving me in a constant state of worry and regret.

I often wished I could rewind time and be the husband I should have been, but now it felt like that chance had slipped away.

"How? When?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, as I caught Aiden's gaze. His eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was also a hint of sympathy that made my heart ache.

"Where is she?" I stepped closer, gripping his shirt in a mix of desperation and fear, my body trembling with a whirlwind of emotions. His expression hinted at both good and bad news.

"We found her. She's in Russia with the Russian Don," he revealed, and I felt my face drain of color. Ivan, my fiercest rival, had my wife, and a surge of rage coursed through me.

"We need to act quickly; gather all the men and head to Russia. This is a declaration of war! I want her back with me, and I won't rest until every last one of them is gone," I shouted, slamming my fist on the table.

Aiden's expression shifted as he heard the intensity in my voice, his gaze filled with concern.

"There's more to it, Don," he said cautiously, and I felt my eyes narrow in suspicion.

"What do you mean by that?" I growled, noticing the tremor in his voice.

"She's not being mistreated, Don. She's set to become his wife. Tomorrow at noon, there's a ceremony planned, and he will marry her in front of everyone," Aiden explained, and I felt my heart drop as the reality sank in. My wife was about to marry Ivan

I knew Eve well enough to believe she wouldn't betray me like this. She was fully aware of my deep-seated hatred for him, the man who had taken everything from me my family, my peace. And now, she was choosing to marry him.

As the realization sank in, I felt a chill run through me. Was this her way of getting back at me? I knew she despised me for my past, but I couldn't just stand by and watch her unite with another man, especially not with Ivan.

Despite her feelings towards me, I had no intention of letting her slip away again, not after finally finding her after a year apart.

"Gather the men; we need to reach the wedding before it starts," I instructed Aiden, who nodded and hurried out of the office.

A few hours later, I arrived at the wedding venue, taking care to stay hidden. The Russians were preoccupied, ensuring the area was secure, blissfully unaware that my men were strategically positioned all around them.

I found myself in the midst of the crowd, observing her from afar. She was just as stunning as I remembered, her beauty captivating, and her long black hair seemed to cascade even further than before.

When the priest invited the audience to share their thoughts, I seized the moment to challenge the vows being exchanged. Ivan was taken aback by my presence, unaware that I had already dealt with his men and disrupted the wedding.

It was quite easy, it was as if he had forgotten about me, or he thought i wasnt going to come for her.

But Eve, she appeared bewildered, gazing at me as if I were a stranger. In that moment, I realized something was amiss, and I was determined to uncover the truth. Ivan recognized my authority and chose not to confront me; he understood the cowardice in doing so, especially with my men surrounding him.

His eyes burned with fury as he assessed the situation. I pulled the trigger, watching as his body crumpled to the ground, and Eve let out a heart-wrenching scream just before I seized her.

"Let me go, no!" she cried out, struggling against my grip. I glanced at her as she stared at Ivan's lifeless form, shock etched across her face.

"No, you're coming with me," I insisted, hoisting her over my shoulder and making my way out, while the guests scattered in panic and my men followed closely behind.

We were headed straight for the airport. Eve fought against me, hurling curses and sobbing in despair, but I remained resolute; finding her was all that mattered.

Once we boarded the plane and it ascended into the sky, her resistance continued, her voice filled with anger.

"Enough, Eve," I snapped, catching her off guard.

You've got the wrong person! My name is Clarissa, not Eve! Let me go, you've killed my husband!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. It pains me to se her crying over a man i so much hated.

I felt a surge of anger, but I couldn't help but believe she was crying for that man.

"No, he is not your husband; I am. We may be divorced, but I want you back. I want you back, Eve, and your name isn't Clarissa," I replied, locking eyes with her

"I don't know who you are. Please let me go; you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Clarissa and not Eve like you said," she said, and a chill ran through me as I bent down to meet her gaze.

"Look into my eyes and tell me you don't recognize me. Tell me, Eve, that you have no idea who I am," I shouted, frustrated by her denial, i hated that she would pretend not to know who i was, and it hurts me

But as she stared back at me, I took a step back in despair. Her eyes held no memories of me.

At that moment, I understood she truly had no idea who I was, or the situation we were in. It dawned on me then; she might have lost her memories.