Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

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.

the old lady asked.

I didn’t waste a second before getting back underway. I looked at my dress. Oh, good Lord, my dress is a mess. Alessandro would be so angry. But it was already past six, and there

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

I walked toward him, hoping he would

on me, his cold gaze turned into an icy stare, and his jaw clenched. “Of all days, how could

let me

“I don’t want to hear

was it my fault? The thought blurred my vision even more, despite me trying

sneering—Alessandro’s cousins. They paused, and one said, “Today is Madame Devonte’s birthday. Are you dressing like

she shouldn’t go in.” Then her gaze shifted to me.

my husband through my eyelashes. His face had turned gloomier at

Thanks, bitches.

a sober dress,” Alessandro ordered coldly and walked into the dining hall, obviously

a sharp breath to control my

ex-girlfriend, Camilla, asked, her voice dripping with vicious

again.

to pursue Alessandro, despite him being married to me for years. Worse, since she saved his life in an accident, his family loved her,

Angel, my foot!

distressed mood, her insults only inflamed me further. However, I was already late and Alessandro was angry. Answering her