Ex-Husband Regret
Valenticias POV-
Dmitri’s frantic shouts cut through the air outside the Clawford estate gates, and my breath caught in my throat. “Valenticia! Please, I’m begging you!” His voice was ragged, filled with panic, nothing at all like that cold, polished ex-husband who once cast me aside like a used tissue.
He looked wrecked.
His hair was disheveled, his shirt half-tucked, eyes wide, like he hadn’t slept in days. But it was Natasha, emerging from a sleek black car, that coursed ice through my veins. Her face was filled with fury, as her upper lip curled in a snarl, and the metal object in her hand was a knife.
My stomach churned, a chill stilling me in place.
In a matter of seconds, security swarmed in.
Two guards grabbed Dmitri, wrenching his arms behind him as he wri
