Chasing My Ex-wife

One —Neytra's Pov

“I will ask you this question just once, and I demand nothing but the truth from you. Unless you want to have yourself to blame,” Dominic, my husband, blurted out angrily as he barged into my office, slamming the door hard behind him.

His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were narrowed into a cold glare.

I smoothed down the green dress I was wearing and forced my voice to stay steady.“Welcome, Mr. Dominic. How was your trip?” Despite being his wife, he was against any form of familiarity during working hours.

But instead of responding to my greeting, he scoffed. “I don't need your greetings, Neytra. And don't try to cover up what you have done.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry that I didn't inform you before embarking on the project. The investors were getting angrier by the day, and there was no way I could call you to inform you since you weren't taking any of my calls,” I muttered as I quickly picked up the files and strode towards him.

He pushed the files away from my hands as he gripped my arm, his fingers digging into my skin. “Do you think your little charm will work this time? You think you can use work to get your way like you always did?”

My brows pulled together as I searched his unreadable eyes, trying to understand what had suddenly gotten into him. “W-what are you talking about, Dominic? Did I do something wrong?” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.

His grip tightened around my arm again. A sharp sting shot through my skin, and I bit down on my lower lip as his fingers pressed harder, leaving red marks behind.

“You know exactly what you did.”

“I don't.” I shook my head, my brows knitting together. He was furious because I sealed his lifelong dream in his absence. It was his dream and somehow I stole the credit from him by taking up the project on his behalf.

“Dominic, I have spent the last three months trying to reach you. You ignored every single call I made. You didn't answer my messages, you didn't return any of them, and now you walk into my office accusing me of something I know nothing about.”

A bitter laugh escaped his throat. “Three months.” His eyes darkened with anger. “You want to talk about the three months I was away?”

“Yes!” I snapped, frustration finally replacing my confusion. “Because I don't understand what is happening.”

He released my arm so abruptly that I stumbled backward. “Then perhaps you should explain this.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and shoved it toward me.

My eyes dropped to the screen. My fingers curled against my palm as I stared at the picture. It was a picture of me standing outside a hotel with a man. And the funniest thing is that, I'm wearing the same exact green dress on the picture.

My breath caught in my throat. There was no denying it. The woman in the picture was me. But how was that even possible when I didn't know the man in the picture?

My lips parted as I stared at the photograph, desperately trying to understand what I was looking at.

“Dominic…”

“Don't.” He stopped me before I could say another word. I looked up at him. “This isn't what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is.”

“I can explain—”

“Explain?” he repeated, a humorless smile twisting his lips. “You were sleeping with another man while I was away, Neytra.”

“What?” My fingers went numb around the edge of the desk, and I struggled to draw in a steady breath. This has to be some kind of joke. “Maybe it was his new way of telling me he miss me,” I thought inwardly.

“I left for three months believing my wife was waiting for me to come home.” His voice cracked on the last word, but his jaw stayed hard. “Meanwhile, you were busy finding someone else to warm your bed.”

“That is not true!” I snapped angrily as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. Whoever did this wanted Dominic to see me as nothing but a whore.

“Then whose child are you carrying?”

I gasped in shock as the files I was holding hit the floor with a dull thud. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at him, unable to make sense of what I had just heard.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

“What…?” I gasped in disbelief, Was he calling me an whore indirectly?

Dominic stepped closer, his eyes burning into mine. “You heard me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Tell me, Neytra. Who is the father of your baby?”

“How did you know that I’m pregnant?” I managed to ask through the tears, my voice barely above a whisper.

Just two weeks after his departure, I had started feeling sick, especially in the mornings. I would wake up with my stomach churning, sometimes barely making it to the bathroom before the nausea hit me.

At first, I brushed it aside. But when it kept happening, a small suspicion began to creep into my mind.

I couldn't ignore it anymore.

So I went to the hospital, but this time, I stayed away from our family doctor. I didn't want anyone knowing before I was ready to tell Dominic. Instead, I went to a private clinic, hoping the test would put my mind at ease.

But when the doctor finally gave me the result, my fingers went cold around the edge of the chair. I was pregnant. Pregnant with Dominic's child.

After three years of trying to make him love me, after countless nights of wondering if I would ever have a place in his heart, I was finally carrying his baby.

I had wanted to tell him myself. But he never answered my calls, for ninety three days he refused to answer any of my calls and texts or even bother to check if I was doing fine.

“You know what?” Dominic's lips curled into a bitter smile. “I never knew you were this sneaky, Neytra.”

My brows pulled together as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“And the fact that you went to a separate clinic instead of the family clinic…” His eyes slowly traveled over me, disgust flashing across his face. “It means a lot of things.”

My chest tightened.

“I wanted to keep it a secret,” I whispered, my fingers tightening over my stomach. “I wanted to announce the news to you myself rather than have you hear it from the doctor's mouth.”

Dominic let out a low, bitter laugh.

“Then I guess you did the right thing.” His eyes dropped briefly to my stomach before returning to my face. “Why don't you go over to your lover and tell him the good news?”

My lips parted, but no words came out.

“I bet he'll be more than delighted to hear that you bore him a child.” With those words, he turned on his heels and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there with tears streaming down my face.

I didn't know how many minutes had passed as I stood rooted to the same spot, tears spilling down my cheeks until my vision blurred.

Then my phone chimed. My head snapped toward it as I hurried over and grabbed it from the desk, my fingers trembling as I unlocked the screen.

“Maybe it was Dominic, maybe he had realized the pictures were fake and finally understood that I was innocent.” I thought.

But my hope vanished the moment I saw an unfamiliar number.

My brows pulled together as I opened the message.

`{Did you like my surprise, Ney? Just see how vulnerable you look, trying to make the man who despise you love you. I bet you will be wishing you were dead right now.}`