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.

taking care of your food, but she never let the maids do any work either. She used

staring, trying to process her words

mistress, young master, but

slipped from my tongue.

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, we learned the dumplings were filled with

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

master, you were

had never felt so inadequate, so idiotic, before. My wife had a life-threatening event, and I hadn’t even

assistant, knew about my wife’s shrimp allergy while I

her eyes wrinkled

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

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

my work. After some time, a knock came at the door. I assumed it was Calvin. No one else would dare to interrupt me at my home office. However, a fleeting thought

It was Calvin, as

is it?”

is having a jewelry launch dinner tomorrow,

“Oh—”

through me. I raised my hand for Calvin to wait as I answered the call. “Are you finally regretting your decision and wanting to come back? You don’t even