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.

Don’t tell him. I don’t want him to

As she turned to leave, Alessandro entered the room. I shifted my eyes to the window, feeling both guilty

she, Doctor?” he

doing well.

“Why did she faint?”

to care, but just then he started caring? What the hell?

said. “It could be any number of reasons, and her blood work is

Thank Lord!

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

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

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

to get him out of there, so I closed the

are you doing?” he asked, his

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

utter those words, yet I felt I had no choice. Though I

forward, his jaw tightening.

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

to my own ears. “Did you forget we’re legally separated?” I shook my head, pursing my lips. “Get out,” I said, then

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

ALESSANDRO’S POV

to me? I had wanted to snap at her, but being a gentleman, I left. I had even set my pride aside, chasing after her, buying her food. And what had she done in

wanted to leave me, I’d give her