News Flash Ex-husband, I'm Alive!
Chapter 4
"Mommy, you're finally back!"
The words were a physical blow, more shocking than the near-impact of the car. Valentina lay on the wet asphalt, the air forced from her lungs by the sheer weight of the two children clinging to her. Their warmth was a stark, jarring contrast to the icy rain and the stench of the gutter.
Ivy was sobbing into the crook of Valentina's neck, her small, gloved hands clutching the ruined fabric of Valentina's dress as if she were trying to sew her back into their lives with her fingernails. Ivan was anchored to her waist, his body shaking with a relief so profound it felt like a sob.
"No... no, little ones," Valentina wheezed, her voice a shredded, terrifying rasp. She tried to peel their small fingers away, her hands trembling with a mix of terror and an inexplicable, hollow ache. "You're mistaken... I'm not... I'm dirty... please, you'll get sick..."
"Don't leave again!" Ivy wailed, her voice rising in a frantic crescendo. "We waited every night at the window! Papa said you were just playing hide-and-seek, but it's been so long! Don't go back to the water, Mommy!"
Valentina's heart stopped. The water. How could this child know about the water? She looked at them through a haze of tears and exhaustion. They had her eyes, the same deep, liquid amber and her unruly waves though the girl's hair was a fiery red color.
The resemblance was so haunting, so impossible, that for a split second, Valentina wondered if the paralytic had finally reached her brain, weaving a beautiful, cruel hallucination to comfort her as she died.
She struggled to find her footing, her bare feet slipping in the oily sludge of the intersection. Panic, sharp and jagged, pierced through her fatigue. She had to run. If Kennedy's men found her here, these children would be caught in the crossfire of his malice.
"I have to go... please..." she whispered, trying to stand.
But as she gained her footing, the world went silent. The city's hum, the rain's hiss, it all vanished, sucked away by a heavy, predatory gravity.
A shadow fell over them, long and ominous.
Valentina looked up, her breath hitching. A man stood framed by the blinding white light of the car's headlamps. He was a titan in dark, expensive wool, his presence so overwhelming it seemed to command the very air to stay still.
His face was a masterpiece of cold, arrogant stone, a jawline that could cut through bone and eyes of frozen, piercing steel that held no room for mercy.
He didn't look at her like a victim. He looked at her like a thief caught with his most prized possession.
"I...I don't know who you are," Valentina whispered, her hand instinctively shielding the small bump of her stomach. She felt the children tighten their hold on her, their "Mommy" now a whimpered plea. "Please, let me go. I'm just... I'm no one."
She turned to bolt into the safety of the shadows, but she was too slow. Her body was a wreck, and he was a predator in his prime.
A hand, large and like a shackle of cold iron, clamped around her wrist. He yanked her back toward him with a violent, effortless grace. The heat from his palm burned through her skin, a terrifying contrast to the freezing rain.
Valentina was spun around, her chest colliding with the wall of his charcoal overcoat.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his scent of sandalwood, leather, and expensive tobacco enveloping her like a shroud.
"You've ran enough, and I have given you enough grace to play around," he growled, his voice a low, melodic vibration that felt like a death sentence.
His eyes searched her bruised, mud-stained face with a dark, twisted satisfaction. "Enough is enough, Misha. It's time to get home."
"I'm not... I'm not her!" she shrieked, her voice cracking into a pathetic whimper.
He didn't even blink. He looked over her head at the two men who had emerged from the front of the car, massive, silent guards who moved with the precision of machines.
"Put her in," he commanded, his voice cold and flat.
"No! No, stop!" Valentina thrashed, her weak muscles flailing against the iron grip of the guards as they stepped forward.
They grabbed her by the arms, lifting her off her feet as if she weighed nothing. Her silk bag, her only proof of life, was nearly knocked from her hand as she was hauled toward the yawning black interior of the car.
"Let me go! You don't understand! I'm not Misha!"
Her screams were swallowed by the night. One guard shoved her into the plush, leather-scented darkness of the backseat, while the other held the children back.
Valentina lunged for the opposite door, her fingers clawing at the handle, but a heavy thud signaled the child-locks engaging.
She was trapped.
As the man, the stranger, stepped into the car beside her, the door slammed shut, sealing her in a cage of luxury. The car roared to life, surging forward with a predatory growl, leaving the rain and the alley behind as Valentina was driven headfirst into a life that was not her own.
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