Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Allowed for everything

ALESSANDRO’S POV

I chewed on the beef steak before me, trying to focus on dinner and keep thoughts of Victoria out of my mind. However, nothing seemed as good as it used to be. Even my meal tasted wrong. It wasn’t the worst steak I’d ever eaten, but I wasn’t feeling any satisfaction.

Already in a foul mood, the inadequate food made it worse. When I tasted the mashed potatoes, I became enraged enough to throw my plate on the floor.

My head housekeeper, Sofia, rushed to me in horror with two maids trailing her. She’d been our housekeeper since childhood, so she knew everything that went on in the mansion. “Young master, what happened?” she asked with wide eyes.

“What happened?” I yelled. “The food is what happened. Is there a new chef? Didn’t you check his credentials?”

Sofia peered at the mess on the floor and ordered the maids to clean it, then looked up at me and shook her head. “Young master, there’s been no change. Martin is the chef, as always. And his cooking hasn’t changed, either.”

“If it’s the same chef, why has the food changed?”

Sofia looked at me with concern. “Young master, for the last three years, the young mistress has cooked for you.”

“What?” I stared at her in disbelief.

you got married, the young mistress has been preparing your meals. And she hasn’t just been taking care of your food, but she never

continued staring, trying to process her words through my

not be good as the mistress, young master, but I can

my shock and disbelief, a question crossed my mind and slipped

young mistress is allergic to shrimp. She once ate dumplings delivered by Camilla and suffered a severe allergic reaction.” Her eyes took on a distant quality, as though recalling the incident. “It was terrible. Mrs. Devonte almost lost her life. Later,

almost lost her life? Where was I when that

“Young master, you were busy with work. You

and I hadn’t even known? On top of it, it

including my assistant, knew about my wife’s shrimp

you all right?” Sofia pulled me from my thoughts, her eyes wrinkled in concern. “Do you want me to make something for you,

disappointed in myself. Everything seemed so frustrating, and the more I

office. It was the only place that came to mind where I might be able to get away from reminders of her, since I had strictly prohibited her from entering the office when she lived

would dare to interrupt me at my home office. However, a fleeting thought crossed my mind that I would love

Calvin, as

is it?” I

launch dinner tomorrow, and

“Oh—”

I raised my hand for Calvin to wait as I answered the call. “Are you finally regretting