Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Chapter 1

An illusional hope

Victoria's POV

Oh no, no, no! Shit! I glanced at my wristwatch and then at the lengthy line of traffic in front of the signal ahead. It seemed the whole of New York was at a standstill.

“Sir, can you tell me how long it will take?” I asked the driver.

The man shook his head. “I don’t know, madame. It seems it will take a long time,” he replied in a thick French accent.

Fuck! Why is it always me facing such tragedies? I needed to reach the birthday celebration before 6 p.m., and it was 5:50.

Oh lord! I had no choice. After paying the cab’s fare, I took a deep breath, quickly exited the taxi, and rushed down the street. I loved my husband so much and would do anything for him, including rush like mad, so I wouldn’t be late for his grandmother’s seventieth birthday.

My husband and I had been living together for three years, and I had been suppressing my personality just to be with him. But I took a pregnancy test the week before and was expecting a baby! I couldn’t wait to tell him the good news!

Though engrossed in my thoughts, I didn’t miss it when a car approached, looking as if it were about to hit an old woman on the side of the road.

Without a thought, I ran to her and pushed her out of the way. But I tripped and fell into a mud puddle. “Aah,” I whimpered in pain.

The old woman tried to help me stand. “Oh, my sweet little girl.”

With a slight help from her, I rose, feeling a terrible ache in my right arm. It messily fell under my stomach. God knew if I broke my hand.

old lady asked. “Let me take

at my dress. Oh, good Lord, my dress is a mess. Alessandro would be so angry. But it was already past six, and there was no time for me

the street, I reached the hotel. My husband stood in the foyer, maybe waiting for

toward him, hoping he would understand

an icy stare, and his jaw clenched. “Of all days, how could you

me explain. I

hand. “I don’t want to hear any of

form. I knew this would happen, but was it my fault? The thought blurred my vision

They paused, and one said, “Today is Madame Devonte’s birthday. Are you dressing like this to embarrass

her and said, “I think she shouldn’t go in.” Then her gaze shifted to me. “You’ll only

my eyelashes.

Thanks, bitches.

walked into the

eyes, taking a sharp breath

the fuck are you wearing?” Alessandro’s ex-girlfriend, Camilla, asked,

again. Not

me for years. Worse, since she saved his life in an accident, his family loved her, thought of her as an

Angel, my foot!

further. However, I was already

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