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.

tell him. I don’t want

she turned to leave, Alessandro entered the room. I

she, Doctor?” he

doing well.

“Why did she faint?”

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

any number

Thank Lord!

the room, and I wished he would, too. I no longer wanted him around. It was too difficult because I still loved him. It would be easier to move on and

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

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

there, so I closed the box and pushed it

you doing?” he asked, his face filled with

I don’t want you anymore. So you can quit with your caring

I felt I had no choice. Though I still loved

to hear “no” and wasn’t used to rejection. He took a step forward, his jaw tightening. “Provided you come back home, I’ll ignore those words and won’t bother about anything that

and needy woman. In his mind, that was why I married him. But that had never been the case. Foolishly, I loved him. Yet he always

sounded hurt and bitter to my own ears. “Did you forget we’re legally separated?” I shook my

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

ALESSANDRO’S POV

hospital. How dare she say those things to me? I had wanted to snap at her, but being a gentleman, I left. I

If she wanted to leave me,