Chapter 1: Elena’s Back

Elena’s POV

Fresh air.

That’s what I noticed once I landed at Jade’s International Airport.

I can still remember what happened before and why I left this city.

Flashback…

“You are just my wife, Elena. Everything I do and everything I say is none of your damn fucking business,” Dante angrily said to me.

That voice reminded me of what my place was in this house. If only I hadn’t agreed to the marriage proposal my parents made.

“Yeah, you’re right. I should not have meddled in any of your affairs,” I said without looking into his eyes.

“You won’t see me again, Dante.”

I said and walked out of his office.

End of Flashback…

That was the last time I saw his face again. I might hide it, but I know to myself that I still love him, even though our marriage started as a fixed one.

“Hi, ma’am Elena. I am the driver from the hotel,” a guy suddenly spoke at my side.

I jumped a little when he spoke, so I held my chest.

“You startled me.”

He bowed down and kept apologizing to me. I just waved my hands as a sign that it was totally fine.

“It’s okay.”

After we spoke, he held my luggage as I held the two duffel bags in my hands. I didn’t know why I bought so many bags.

As I rode in the private car, I noticed a man wearing an all-black suit looking in the direction where I was.

I had a suspicion that he was Dante’s man already, but maybe I was wrong. Why would he let his man look for me?

He should be happy I was gone from his life for three years. I didn’t plan on going back to him just so he could hurt me again and throw away the love that I gave to him.

As we reached the hotel, I had this certain feeling that there was something going to happen. The nerves in my whole body were itching.

“Ma’am, your total is 520 pesos,” the driver said to me.

I paid him and got my luggage out of the tanker.

It didn’t take long before I got my hotel key and headed up to the 10th floor of Queen’s Hotel. He probably knows where I am now since this hotel is one of his businesses.

“I can’t wait to rest. My whole body is aching.”

The elevator suddenly stopped at the 4th floor, and a black-hooded guy walked in. I didn’t quite see his face, but his perfume smelled so manly to me.

“So, you’re back already, Wife.”

I froze when he said the last words. Only one person called me that, and it was none other than Dante Moretti, my husband.

“Dante,” I shivered as I spoke his name.

I knew that he could find me, but I didn’t expect it to be this fast, in a span of an hour.

He removed his hood and stared at me. God, those almond eyes were still captivating. I just couldn’t stop looking at him.

God, Elena, stop looking at him, I said in my head.

“You really like to play around, Elena, my dear wife,” he said to me with full of longing in his voice, or I’m just hallucinating over it.

He walked closely towards me. We are stuck on the 7th floor. I didn’t notice that he stopped the elevator at that floor.

“P-please, Dante, leave me alone. J-just leave me, don’t come close to me,” I stuttered while saying words. I tried to look at his eyes with full confidence, but my mouth just couldn’t help it.

“Ow, come on, Elena. I know you also miss me,” he said and gently touched my face.

I just closed my eyes and just felt his warm hands touching my cheeks.

“Please come back to my wife,” he said.

I don’t know if I’m gonna believe what he’s saying, but while he’s caressing my face, I pressed the button and thankfully, it opened.

“Stop it, Dante, stop following me and breaking me again.”

I didn’t know my tears were slowly falling down my cheeks. I didn’t look at Dante. He’s just at my back while I talked.

“I don’t want to see you, Dante… I’ll come to your office this Friday to give you the divorce papers.”

After I said those words, I walked out of that elevator. Luckily, he didn’t follow me out.

Or so I thought.

“What the…”

I was shocked when I arrived at my door in the hotel. He was there, standing and watching in my direction. Fucking stare. If I hadn’t walked that way, I probably wouldn’t be looking at him now.

“Let’s talk, Elena. Let me explain.”

He calmly says.

I rolled my eyes. I almost forgot that this guy is as stubborn as a wild animal.

“Please, not now. I want to rest and feel at peace, Dante. Don’t worry, I already processed the divorce papers. All you have to do is sign it,” I said.

“I love you, Elena,” he said.

I went speechless as he said it. My expression changed from calm to rage.

“Love. What do you know about love, Dante?” I said angrily.

He was just looking at me, scratching his eyebrows like a child scolded by his mother.

“Don’t you fucking dare say you love me, ’cause you of all people don’t know what love is. You’re three years too late for it.”

My rage at what he said made me think he was just making this all like a fun game, like what he did to me before.

“I am serious, Elena. Please come back home with me,” he pleaded.

I walked past him and slammed the door as hard as I could.

“Get fucking lost, Dante. I’m not that naive girl who fussed about you.”

That scream made my throat hurt.

“You know what I’m capable of, Elena. The next time I come back, you won’t be able to push me away so easily. Mark my words.”

That’s the last thing he said before I heard footsteps going away, so then I threw myself on the bed, and the next thing I knew, I fell asleep.