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

known

me wished she’d see me and

of someone else with her both

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

of others. Victoria had heard as well. She peered at us, and

remained calm, as though

Camilla even more, so much so that she called for

arrived and asked, “Is there something wrong,

“How can that type of person get a VIP seat? Don’t you people have a priority list? What kind of event

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 had to mind my manners and couldn’t publicly

and apologized. “I’m sorry, Mr. Devonte. The seats are arranged by the organizer, not by our hall. We merely followed

one talking to you, and you’re