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.

from the tray next to me. “Fine. E. Shine is

help but chuckle. “It doesn’t matter to me anymore,” I said with a dismissive

he said, scratching his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Why don’t you come back to

But I supposed he had his reasons, and I didn’t want to press him. So I just went along

silly. You’ve always been a talented designer. Besides, the company isn’t mine alone. It’s yours too. Make a name for yourself,

not announce my identity to the public. Not yet. I want to live a simple

chuckled and said, “People die for fame, and you run

I shrugged.

name has at least one benefit—no one will find out.” He winked, and I

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ALESSANDRO’S POV

added the black stone cufflinks while wishing I didn’t have to attend. But being a public figure often required attending

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

one minor concern. I had no female companion for the evening, and it was unseemly for a man of my stature to attend such a party alone. But what

the sound of a lady’s high heels clicking on the floor caught my attention. I looked up and saw Camilla walking through the door in a silver dress with a split

female companion this evening. Is there anyone better than me?” She posed

body, and I had to admit she was attractive, even sexy. Still, she was

it that Victoria was still lingering in