Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

One confusing dream

Victoria’s POV

With the beeping sounds of sensors in my ears, my eyes opened. I looked around, feeling disoriented. Then I saw my brother, Antonio, sitting on the couch next to me. “A–Antonio...”

He rushed to me. “Victoria, are you all right? Let me call for the doctor.”

A short while later, Antonio let out a breath of relief as the doctor announced my pregnancy and said I wasn’t in danger.

“Are you going to continue to suffer with that family?” he asked, shaking his head. “Why don’t you come home with me this time? I’ve missed you, sister.”

Tears I’d held for three years flowed as I nodded with sorrow and guilt. “I’m sorry I was too willful before. B–but how did you find me?”

“Someone sent me a message and told me you were in trouble in Devonte’s place,” Antonio answered. “I knew how Alessandro’s family treated you. I rushed to the mansion. I should have never let you stay with them. But now, I can take revenge for you and help you raise your child.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t let Alessandro know about my pregnancy. I don’t want any of them to know about this child.” Either they would force me to return or try to take my child away. Not that I couldn’t stop them, but I didn’t want it to happen. “I will stay away from Alessandro now, and raise my child on my own, giving it my name.”

Antonio raked his fingers through his hair.

I watched my brother and could see the hurt and worry he had gone through because of me. Because of my selfishness, I stayed away from my real family. Still, my brother was there, ready to help me.

I held his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. But I am not going back to him. I tried my best, but it failed, and I don’t want to try anymore.” I gulped the dryness in my throat. “I’ve already told him I want a divorce. Help me file one against him.”

Alessandro’s POV

“H...h...elp...” I tried to escape by punching the damaged car door. But the pressure wouldn’t allow it to budge.

My assistant and driver died in the accident, and only I remained. For how long? I don’t know. But there wasn’t much time left. Charred flesh, perspiration, and blood lingered in the air. With the last of my energy, I tried to open the door again. No movement.

The hard smell of fuel and fire hit my nostrils, overpowering the nasty smell of blood and sweat. The automobile’s front side was burning, and it wouldn’t take much to cover the whole car. Frantically, I punched the door. Though being far from civilization, I doubted anyone would hear. People rarely ventured so far into the forest, even on the road we’d been traveling.

A piece of my mind knew that I’d die from oxygen deprivation before the car caught fire.

I tilted

I was hallucinating. Still, I

it is,” came the

my eyes. A figure appeared and, again, I thought I must be hallucinating. Who would be there? My head was full of questions. I saw movement

sound of broken

A female

tone in my brain, but it was slippery. The voice was familiar. Someone quite close, but I couldn’t picture her. She touched my

I shifted slightly.

me get you out of here, okay? You need

driver’s seat, so she had trouble getting

might be fractured. The scorching heat and suffocating humidity touched us even though we were soaked with sweat. If I couldn’t get out,

“Leave,” I yelled.

I’ll never leave you!” Her panicked and stern tone reprimanded me. I tried to watch her through my blurred vision. Despite the

We can get out,”

groan, I finally dragged my bloody leg out from

the car, me limping and her trying to take as much weight from me as she could. A moment later, fire devoured the

she said with a sigh while on top of me, covering me from the fire. Is everything okay? She asked lovingly. Her soft touch on my cheek felt so warm.

needing to see my savior, I focused. Who’d risk her life for me? I tried to blink away the blurriness of my stubborn

“You okay?” She asked

know her.

****

open, then looked around to make sure I was still in the office. Yes, I was. It had been a dream, a dream I’d had for years. Only for the first time,

I had believed Camilla was the one who saved me that night.

if it was the same one I’d heard that night. But probably. Why would she

She was like a snake—dangerous yet impossible to ignore. Even after her lie, I still accepted her. And now she wanted to leave me. Her last

she ask for a divorce from Alessandro fucking Devonte? Not only that, she

intercom, I called for my assistant and right-hand

his head inside

find out where