Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Sha has a Date!

ALESSANDRO’S POV

The limousine stopped in front of one of the old convention halls in London. Stepping out of the car, I stood straight. Camilla slipped out after me and latched onto my arm. I held back a growl of frustration, wishing it was just beside me instead.

It felt as though things were so out of control. But I would find a way to make it right soon. I just had to get through that night, and everything would be fine. With long strides, I headed for the entrance.

“Why are you in a rush, Al?” Camilla asked, sounding all too innocent, making me wonder how I hadn’t seen through her before.

“Just follow me silently if you don’t want to go back home,” I said, coldly, keeping my eyes on the entrance.

I didn’t hear any words from her, just a faded disappointed grunt.

After checking in, we went inside to our table in the VIP section. As I turned to take my seat, I stopped short. Victoria was there in a red party dress with her shoulder-length hair combed back and bright red lips that matched her dress. She looked stunning.

I noticed others staring at her ravishing beauty, and my blood

wait. Why was she there? And how? She only ever went to business parties as my companion. Had she known I was coming? Did she know I was watching her? No. Her movements gave me no indication that she

wished she’d see me and

with her both frustrated and suffocated me.

event is too low-class. How can someone like her be allowed in?

She had no shame. Worse, she’d spoken too loudly, drawing the attention of

She’d remained calm, as

so much

and asked, “Is there

Victoria, “How can that type of person get a

clenched, wishing I could shout that I didn’t know her, that I wasn’t with the crazy woman. But I owed her a debt, so I

I couldn’t blame him. He lowered his head toward me and apologized. “I’m sorry, Mr. Devonte.

I’m the one talking to you, and you’re apologizing to him? Why not address me?” Her tone grew louder with each word. “How dare