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.

has been preparing your meals. And she hasn’t just been taking care of your food, but she never let the

staring, trying to process her words

be good as the mistress, young master,

mind and slipped from my tongue. “Did

nodded firmly. “Yes, 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,

blink, I said, “She almost lost her life? Where

master, you were busy with work. You wouldn’t pick up Madam’s

had a life-threatening event, and I hadn’t even

including my assistant, knew about my wife’s shrimp allergy while I didn’t? And I

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

shook my head and stood. “I’m no longer hungry.” I left the dining room disappointed in myself. Everything seemed so frustrating, and the more I

came to mind where I might be able to get away from reminders of her, since I had strictly prohibited her from

interrupt me at my home office. However, a fleeting thought crossed my mind that I would love for it to be Victoria,

Calvin, as

is it?” I

Shine is having a jewelry launch dinner tomorrow,

“Oh—”

to wait as I answered the call. “Are you finally