Chasing My Ex-wife

Two—Neytra’s Pov

I stared at the text for five minutes, my thumb hovering over the screen as I tried to figure out what to do next.

This was clearly a setup. Someone had gone to the trouble of creating a forged photograph just to destroy my reputation. Worse, they had wanted Dominic to humiliate me in front of everyone.

“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” I texted back,my hands trembled so badly that I had to delete and retype the words twice before finally hitting send.

Less than a minute later, another notification appeared.

“Let’s just say, I’m the girl Dominic comes to whenever he gets bored of having you around. I bet he’ll be away on another business trip soon, and this time, he won’t be coming back to you.”

The phone nearly slipped from my fingers as I read the message over and over again. A shiver crawled down my spine as the words sank deeper, and my fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white.

My eyes burned as I tried to hold back my tears, How could he? So all those nights I had spent waiting for him to call, all those times I had convinced myself he was simply too busy to answer me...

He had been with another woman.

My lips trembled as the tears finally spilled over. He was the one who had betrayed me. The one who had claimed he was away on a business trip while finding his way under another woman's skirt.

With my chest tightening, I lunged toward my desk and began searching frantically for my car keys. I needed to get home and confront that cheating husband of mine.

My fingers closed around the keys, but I froze.

What if this person was trying to play me, just as they had played Dominic?

I quickly picked up my phone and typed.

“So, tell me, you’re this desperate, right? You want to get into Dominic Davis’s pants, and the only thing you could think of was to lie and send forged photos to him?”

I hit send and barely had time to lower my phone before another message popped up.

“Oh, what do you think? I would lie about something that is true? Oh, please. He loves me so much that I just can’t bring myself to spill lies just to get his attention. I can send you the evidence if that’s what you want.”

My eyes remained fixed on the screen. For a moment, I couldn't move. The words seemed to blur, but I forced myself to read them again, hoping I had somehow misunderstood.

My stomach twisted.

Evidence? What evidence could she possibly have? Was it evidence of their relationship together?

I tightened my grip around the phone as my mind raced through every possibility. I wanted to dismiss her words as another pathetic attempt to get under my skin, yet a tiny voice in my head kept asking the same question.

What if she wasn't lying?

As if to prove me wrong about Dominic cheating on me, another message popped up on my phone. It was from the unknown number, along with a series of videos.

My heart lurched as I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the message for a few seconds before I finally opened it.

“Oh, poor Neytra. Don't cry when you see this. You asked for it.”

My fingers tightened around the phone. I swallowed hard and clicked on the first video. I clicked on the first video.

There was Dominic.

My Dominic, He was standing in a kitchen I didn't recognize, laughing as he cooked beside the woman from the messages. She leaned against him with a smile on her face, and the way he looked at her made something inside my chest tighten.

I clicked on the next video.

This time, they were sitting together on a couch, laughing and talking as though they had done it a hundred times before. In another, Dominic had his arm wrapped around her while they walked through what looked like a shopping mall.

The next video showed them at a restaurant, sitting across from each other, his hand reaching across the table to hold hers.

My thumb stopped.

I stared at the screen, my jaw tightening. Then I opened the final video, my entire body went still. I didn't need to watch for long. The sight of Dominic in bed with another woman was enough.

I locked my phone. For several seconds, I sat completely still, staring straight ahead. This time I didn't cry, all I felt was a cold burning rage that seemed to spread through every inch of my body. So this was what his three-month business trip had been about.

My fingers tightened around the phone.

I gathered every video, every photograph, and every message the woman had sent me, making sure I had everything before shoving my phone into my bag.

I grabbed my car keys. If Dominic thought he could betray me, lie to me, and then accuse me of cheating on him, he had another thing coming.

I stormed out of the office and headed straight for home.

As I pulled into the driveway, the security guard whispered something into his walkie-talkie before opening the gate for me. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

I drew in a slow breath, forcing myself to stay composed. I wasn't going to break down in front of Dominic. Not after everything that had happened.

I parked the car and stepped out. The moment I shut the door, a sharp slap cracked across my face.

My head jerked to the side, and a burning sting spread across my cheek. Before I could even process what had happened, a stern voice rang through the air.

“How dare you stoop this low, you witch? All we did was take you in as our daughter despite the fact that you were a nobody, and this is how you repay us? By sleeping around with every man who comes your way?”

My fingers slowly rose to my cheek. That voice, I knew it. As my eyes lifted, the woman standing before me came into view.

Dominic's mother.

For years, she had plastered a smile across her face whenever Dominic was around, wrapping me in fake affection and calling me her daughter.

But the look in her eyes now held none of that warmth.

There was only disgust. And for the first time, I didn't have to wonder what she truly thought of me.

She had finally stopped pretending.