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

entered the room. I shifted my eyes to the window, feeling both

she,

doing well. Vitals look

“Why did she faint?”

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

any number of reasons,

Thank Lord!

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 forget him if

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

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

of there, so I

asked, his face filled with

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

to utter those words, yet I felt I had no choice. Though I still loved him, I also had to

didn’t like 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

me? Of course. Because he thought I was a greedy and needy woman. In his mind, that was why I married him. But that had never been the case.

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

later, the whoosh and click of the door met my ears. The tears I had kept back

ALESSANDRO’S POV

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

me, I’d give her what