The CEO's Ex-wife – A Plea for Forgiveness

"Get out of the car, Mrs. Delacroix..." the big man said as he knocked on the window.

"No, you should get out of my way." The young French woman raised her head, revealing her beautiful face with delicate features.

Justine lowered her head when the man pointed the gun at the door, and, at the same time, her right hand held the pregnancy test result.

With just one shot at the door handle, the man managed to open the car door. He pulled the young French woman by one arm, but when she started to fight back, she was restrained by another henchman who grabbed her by the legs and pulled her out of the Ferrari.

"Let me go, or I'll tell my husband everything," she said threateningly.

"He's the one who asked us to pick you up, signora," one of the thugs said mockingly.

Her golden eyes flashed with anger as she was dragged away by the two men who put her in a white van with no distinctive markings. She felt as if the metal of that vehicle was closing in around her. She was becoming increasingly suffocated and afraid of what her husband would do to her when he found her.

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The night before the kidnapping, Justine Delacroix could barely sleep after satisfying the vigorous Italian.

As soon as Kevin fell asleep she stared at the ceiling. It had been a year since she married that man to obtain information about the shady deals involving the Harrison Giordano Group, but things were taking an unexpected turn, and she couldn't continue in that situation.

When her cell phone vibrated on the bedside table during the night, Justine picked up the device and went straight to the bathroom, where she locked herself in to talk to Andrew Turner.

"What is it?" she whispered, afraid her husband would hear her. "I told you not to call me at this hour."

"Did you get the money I asked for? I lost a good load because of your husband, and I need to get my money back." Andrew spoke without pausing.

"I'll bring it tomorrow..." Justine whispered.

"Great, remember that your grandmother's life depends on it."

When she returned to the bedroom, she stared at the broad back of the man lying face down on the bed. The sheet partially covered his straight waist, leaving part of his muscular thighs and buttocks exposed.

The next morning, Justine woke up early, but, as usual, her husband had already left for a meeting.

After leaving the house, she got into her Ferrari and drove straight to the doctor's office, where she received the dreaded result:

"You're pregnant!"

"It can't be." Justine found it hard to believe.

"You are three months pregnant." The doctor announced.

"Thanks, Doctor!" She said and exited before receiving the exam.

Not knowing what to do, she stood up and left the office.

Holding the positive pregnancy test result, she returned to her luxury car. Without