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 food, but she never let the maids do

continued staring, trying to process

as the mistress, young master, but I can

and disbelief, a question crossed my mind and slipped

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

lost her

lowered her head, averting her eyes. “Young master, you were busy with

idiotic, before. My wife had a life-threatening event, and I hadn’t even known? On top

everyone around me, including my assistant, knew about my wife’s shrimp allergy while I didn’t? And I had thought she insulted me

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

the dining room disappointed in myself. Everything seemed so frustrating, and the more I looked around the mansion, the more I could

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

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,

was Calvin,

is it?”

dinner tomorrow, and you’re cordially invited,

“Oh—”

wait as I answered the call. “Are you finally regretting your decision and wanting to come back? You don’t even have to