Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

My EX-husband!

VICTORIA’S POV

I woke to familiar beeping sounds. When I opened my eyes, it didn’t surprise me to see I was in a hospital bed with an IV attached to the back of my hand.

“You are awake?” a woman in a doctor’s coat asked with a smile. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Devonte?”

“I...” My throat dried, remembering the terrible ache in my abdomen when Alessandro stopped me. What if something happened to my baby? “H–how is my baby?” I needed to know.

The doctor smiled, touching my arm and spreading a sense of comfort. “Your baby is fine. But you need to rest. No anxiety. It could affect you or the baby’s health.”

The heavy stone that had taken residence in my heart disappeared at her words. My baby was fine. Relief washed over me. However, my relief dissipated when I realized she had called me Mrs. Devonte.

“Who brought me here, Doctor?” I asked, fearing it may have been Alessandro.

“Your husband. Don’t worry, he said he’ll be back soon. He just went out to complete some procedures.”

Fear filled me. “Did you tell him about my pregnancy?” I asked, worried she might have said something. I couldn’t let Alessandro find out.

A momentary confusion passed over the doctor’s face, but then she shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Please, don’t tell him,” I requested.

“But...” She peered at me quizzically.

Doctor, Don’t tell him. I

Alessandro entered the room. I shifted my eyes to the window,

she, Doctor?” he

well. Vitals look

“Why did she faint?”

but just then he started caring? What the hell? I couldn’t help but face the doctor with fear in my

could be any number of reasons, and her

Thank Lord!

because I still loved him. It would be easier to move on and

table, pulling a box out of it. “You need healthy food,” he said, smiling as he placed the box before me. “I brought some shrimp porridge for

three bloody years, I had stayed beside him, taking care of everything. Three years later, my soon-to-be ex-husband had no idea what I could and couldn’t eat. How could he not know I was allergic to shrimp? Probably because it was the first time in all our years together that he’d ever gotten something

I

he asked,

been a nightmare for me, and I don’t want you anymore. So you can quit with your caring act

had no choice. Though I still loved him, I also had

forward, his jaw tightening. “Provided you come back home,

on me? Of course. Because he thought I was a greedy and needy woman. In his mind, that was why I married him. But that

bitter to my own ears. “Did you forget we’re legally separated?”

met my ears. The tears I had kept back while he was there slipped from my

ALESSANDRO’S POV

to snap at her, but being a gentleman, I left. I had even set

If she wanted to leave me, I’d give her what she