Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

A forbode

VICTORIA’S POV

While sipping my blue pea tea, I stared at the night sky. Though I wasn’t much of a tea lover, it had a unique flavor, something learned from someone special in the past.

My hand fell to my stomach, stroking and caressing. How I wished things were different. I wanted to be with Alessandro, especially through the pregnancy. But I couldn’t.

I had given him three years. Most people even grew to care for animals they didn’t like if they lived with them that long. But I had been his wife, and he had never grown to care for me. I didn’t know how he would react after hearing about the baby. But I didn’t care anymore, not for him or his arrogant family.

This child was mine, and I was its mother, end of discussion.

“Penny, for your thoughts?” Antonio’s deep voice caught my attention. I peered at him in the porch entrance, leaning against the door with his brow raised. My, he looked handsome. And he was incredibly understanding. The woman who landed him would be awfully lucky.

I smiled, shaking my head. “Nothing. Just this and that.”

He sighed, not hiding his concern, then joined me inside, sitting on the sofa. “I only have one sister, and I always want your happiness, even over mine. I know leaving Alessandro isn’t easy, but I hope you stand your ground.”

“Don’t worry, Ant. I’ve had enough of him,” I replied truthfully. “So? How is everything?” I asked, feeling we needed to catch up. It had been a while since I had last spoken to my brother on a regular basis.

Shine is holding a jewelry lunch function tomorrow.” He paused

I said

scratching his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Why don’t you come back to the company as

questioning his obvious dodge. But I supposed he had his reasons, and I didn’t want to press him. So I just went along with the change in topic. “I haven’t done jewelry design for years,” I said, feeling hesitant about the

Besides, the company isn’t mine

identity to the public. Not yet. I want to live a

die for fame, and you run

I shrugged.

your married name has at least one benefit—no one will find

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ALESSANDRO’S POV

lining, matching my suit. I couldn’t help but think of Victoria as I added the black stone cufflinks while wishing I didn’t have to attend. But being a public figure often

Edwards, though we weren’t friends. But he was about my age and a successful heir of the

evening, and it was unseemly for a man of my

through the door in a silver dress with

said, “I heard you need a female companion this evening. Is there anyone better than me?” She posed

she

was it that Victoria was still