Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Starting of remorse

I’d had enough. I pulled my arm from Gina’s grip and ran out of the hotel to head back to the mansion. And for once, I didn’t look back.

Though I had been married to Alessandro for three years, I’d never felt like a part of the Devonte family. Meanwhile, I had left my family and even changed my surname to be a simple girl for Alessandro. In turn, he never cared nor stood up for me when his family members disrespected and insulted me, when they referred to me as a nobody and called me names.

Through it all, I never revealed my real identity because I didn’t want to gain Alessandro’s love just because my last name was Edwards, just because I was heiress to the E. Shine Jewelers fortune, one of the most famous designed brands in the world. No, I wanted him to love me for me.

So I never complained. Instead, I let my tears fall silently, always hoping Alessandro would one day change and accept me as his wife. Yet he never appreciated me.

I tried to be everything to him, too. But it seemed the world only loved those who had a name and fame.

No one returned home that night. They all stayed in the hotel because it was planned, and no one cared to know why I wasn’t there, not even my husband.

I cried until my puffy eyes could cry no more and only woke when a servant knocked and informed me that Grandma Nina had asked to see me immediately. When I entered the living room, every family member was present, including my husband. He gave me a cold glare, while Grandma sat in the middle of the sofa like a queen.

“You called for me, Grandma?” I asked politely. After all, she was the elder of the family.

“Oh, yes, madame. Finally, you are awake,” she said in a mocking tone.

In order not to hurt her, I lowered my eyes. “I am sorry, grandma. Last night—”

“Oh, shut your excuses,” she said, her voice cold. “I’m not here for your dumb explanation. How dare you hurt my Camilla?”

for three years, his ex was closer

you would realize your fault. But no. You get more vicious by the day. An ordinary girl like you should not be with Alessandro.

Tolerating? Seriously? I

said, walking to her. “Camilla’s injuries are nothing serious. Let

intervene for me.

Aunt Gina asked. “We can’t just let it go like that,

was necessary. Seriously? I thought about telling them about my

mistake, let her kneel outside. Only when she knows she’s

briefly wondered why. But then, what else

even my fault, and I was to receive punishment. I could have easily stopped them, but I didn’t. From the depth of my heart, I still wanted my husband to do that

many mistakes I’d made. The man I married never respected me. Why would others? Once, I was the

steady trail of tears left my eyes under the blazing sun. After some time, I checked my wristwatch. I had been kneeling for an hour, and my knees were burning like hell. Surely, they would be bruised. And my

hurt much physically when

and take me away. Maybe he would feel pity and

time passed and my heart sank. Then a shadow covered me. I looked up, and my heart rose once again and beat excitedly when I saw

said, “Why don’t you admit your mistake?” shattering my excitement and tearing my hopes

boiling anger, not knowing if I was more angry with him or

lie, Victoria. I saw it with my own

it with your own eyes? Yeah, you always see everything except my love and truth. A bitterness coiled in my mind as my teeth

get me to sleep with you in the first place? Or that you

eyes. “All right. If these things are bothering you, Alessandro, then