Chasing My Ex-wife

Three--- Neytra's Pov

My fingers slowly rose to my cheek. That voice, I knew it. As I lifted my eyes, 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.

Before I could say another word in my defense, her palm struck my face again, harder than the first time.

My head snapped to the side, and the sharp sting spread across my cheek. I slowly turned back to face her, my tongue brushing against the inside of my mouth. And the taste of blood made a bitter chuckle escape my lips.

“I guess you should ask your son why he cheated on me and not the other way around.”

That was all it took to make her lose her mind.

Her fingers immediately tangled in my hair, and she yanked me toward the house without giving me a chance to steady myself. I stumbled after her as she dragged me into the sitting room. The moment we got inside, she gave my hair another forceful tug, sending me crashing onto my knees.

“Why would you do something like that to Dominic?” my mother demanded. “Why would you cheat on him when you know what he has done to this family?”

I lifted my eyes.

My parents were sitting on the couch, both staring at me. Their eyes filled with pity as they stared at me.

The Davis family knew exactly how much my family depended on them. They knew my parents had lost everything because of their influence, and now they had found the perfect opportunity to humiliate me in front of the very people I had spent years trying to protect.

“Dominic has agreed to filing for a divorce,” my father muttered in his unusually calm voice. “You just have to play along and don't cause any more damage than what has already been done.”

“No. You guys need to stay out of this and trust me to handle it.” I crawled toward where they sat and wrapped my arms around both of them. “Just trust me,” I pleaded, tightening my grip on their arms. “Please.”

My mother shook her head slowly. “We already lost our jobs, Neytra, and the Davis family is threatening to take back the house they got for us.”

My grip loosened. I stared at her, unable to find the right words. I pulled my gaze from her as my eyes scanned the room looking for the one person that originated this mess.

They landed on Dominic, anger surged through me when I saw the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. And suddenly, everything began to make sense..

He had teamed up with that woman.

They had planned all of this to ruin my reputation and make me look like the unfaithful wife so he could finally get rid of me and be with his whore.

My hands curled into fists.

“Is this how you want to play, Dominic?” I questioned as I pushed myself to my feet and strode toward where my bag was. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of his mother. She was practically beaming, looking far too pleased with herself.

Of course she was.

After all these years, she was finally getting what she wanted—getting rid of the nobody she believed had been feeding off her family's wealth.

“You must think this is a joke, right?” Dominic's stern voice stopped me in my tracks. “Your parents are present, and so are mine. Just don't you dare turn this into a pity party. I have made up my mind to divorce you.”

A small laugh escaped my lips. He had probably practiced those words for days, maybe even weeks, because they rolled off his tongue far too perfectly.

“Don't you think you're missing something, Dominic? Aren't you going to tell the truth to our parents, or do you want me to do that myself?”

Before Dominic could say a word, his mother cut in. Her voice was sharp as she sneered.

“The truth is that you are nothing but an ungrateful woman. You are never satisfied with what you have, and you keep running around with any man who comes your way. I'm grateful my son doesn't have to spend the rest of his life with your cheating ass.”

“But what if I tell you that it is the other way around? That I'm not the cheater here, but someone else is?” I raised my brows as I questioned her, then stole a quick glance at Dominic. He shifted slightly in his seat, and that tiny movement didn't escape my notice.

“Neytra?” My mother whispered, her voice pleading. “Just apologize already, and we can save ourselves any further embarrassment.”

I shook my head. “Dominic owes me an apology.” My mother's eyes widened. She looked between Dominic and his mother, who were both sitting there with amused expressions on their faces.

“Poor people never cease to amuse me,” his mother murmured, loud enough for all of us to hear.

I couldn't help but chuckle. “You know what amuses me?” I leaned slightly toward her, my eyes fixed on hers. “A mother who raised a son who is nothing but a dog.”

“Neytra!” Dominic roared as he shot to his feet. “You will not do this today. You will respect me, and you will respect my mother.”

I gritted my teeth, refusing to back down. “If you needed respect so badly, then you shouldn't have cheated on me with that worthless girl and tried to cover it up under the excuse of attending a business trip.”

His expression darkened, but I wasn't done.

“And you think I don't have proof of your atrocities?” I scoffed. “Then you must think I'm your personal fool.” I immediately unlocked my phone, my fingers tightening around it as I prepared to show them exactly what I had.

I quickly opened the final video—the one showing Dominic in bed with the other woman—and shoved my phone toward him.

But instead of the panicked expression I had expected, Dominic burst into laughter. His mother joined him, along with the maids who had been standing quietly in the room the entire time.

“How did I end up marrying a woman this pathetic?” he chuckled.

My brows pulled together as I snatched my phone back. I looked down at the screen, ready to play the video again, but my smile faded almost instantly.

The video was gone. I refreshed the page, but nothing happened. I checked the message where the video had been sent, but there was nothing there either.

How could the video have disappeared? I stared at the blank screen, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing.

No, It had been there just moments ago.

So where the hell had it gone?