Chasing His Betrayed Ex-Wife

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.

Clarissa’s 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 dr

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 esc

It took me some time to finally push him away, as I was overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty. I had always been told that the fear of the unknown is the most daunting, and that’s exactly what I was experiencing, i was terrified of what I might uncover, what truths might come to light. As I stepped back, his gaze filled with desire made me feel a deep sense of shame for the first time. “You…you…” I stuttered, my eyes widening in shock at the situation unfolding before me. “I will wait… Eve, even if it takes years to have you by my side,” he murmured before turning to leave. I stood there, struggling to catch my breath, my heart racing as confusion and fear clouded my mind. I realized I had to escape; I needed to get away from this place to avoid being trapped by Dominic . I understood all too well that he wouldn’t let me go easily, regardless of what I did or how hard I tried. I quietly slipped out of the room, and as I wandered through the halls, his words replayed in my

Dominic POVMarco , a member of the Romano family, expressed his frustration, saying, “In just a few days, the Russians have shut down five of our factories. We need to take action.” His voice was laced with urgency, a stark contrast to the calm that had enveloped the room moments before. The dim light cast shadows on the faces of my men, each one reflecting a mix of concern and determination. I remained quiet, weighing the opinions of my men, The situation had deteriorated rapidly, and Ivan was playing a dangerous game with me, a game I deeply despised. He was not just a rival; he was a master manipulator, skilled at exploiting weaknesses and sowing discords . The loss of our factories was not merely a financial blow; it was a direct assault on our power and influence in the region. Each factory that fell silent represented not just lost revenue, but also a blow to our reputation and standing in the county, and I knew I needed to put an end to it. As I glanced around the table,