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.

And she hasn’t just been taking care of your

continued staring, trying to process her words through my

as the mistress, young master, but I can

and disbelief, a question crossed my mind and slipped from my tongue. “Did you know that

allergic reaction.” Her eyes took on a distant quality, as though recalling the incident. “It was terrible. Mrs. Devonte almost lost her life.

lost her life? Where was

her eyes. “Young master, you were busy with work. You wouldn’t pick up

a life-threatening event, and I hadn’t even known? On top of it, it had been Camilla’s fault—Camilla who was my

including my assistant, knew about my wife’s shrimp allergy

you all right?” Sofia pulled me from my thoughts, her eyes wrinkled

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

peace. I went to my home office. It was the only place that came to mind where I might be

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 crossed my mind that I would love for it to be Victoria, despite that I

It was Calvin, as I

it?”

is having a jewelry launch dinner tomorrow, and

“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