Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 1

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! An illusional hope

Victoria’s POV

Oh no, no, no! Shit! I glanced at my wristwatch and then at the lengthy line of traffic in front of the signal ahead. It seemed the whole of New York was at a standstill.

“Sir, can you tell me how long it will take?” I asked the driver.

The man shook his head. “I don’t know, madame. It seems it will take a long time,” he replied in a thick French accent.

Fuck! Why is it always me facing such tragedies? I needed to reach the birthday celebration before 6 p.m., and it was 5:50.

Oh lord! I had no choice. After paying the cab’s fare, I took a deep breath, quickly exited the taxi, and rushed down the street. I loved my husband so much and would do anything for him, including rush like mad, so I wouldn’t be late for his grandmother’s seventieth birthday.

My husband and I had been living together for three years, and I had been suppressing my personality just to be with him. But I took a pregnancy test the week before and was expecting a baby! I couldn’t wait to tell him the good news!

Though engrossed in my thoughts, I didn’t miss it when a car approached, looking as if it were about to hit an old woman on the side of the road.

Without a thought, I ran to her and pushed her out of the way. But I tripped and fell into a mud puddle. “Aah,” I whimpered in pain.

The old woman tried to help me stand. “Oh, my sweet little girl.”

With a slight help from her, I rose, feeling a terrible ache in my right arm. It messily fell under my stomach. God knew if I broke my hand.

sweetheart?” the old lady asked. “Let me take you to the

have to leave.” Despite the excruciating agony in my arm, I didn’t waste a second before getting back underway. I looked at my dress. Oh, good Lord, my dress is a mess. Alessandro would be so angry. But it was already past

odd looks from people on the street, I reached the hotel. My

toward him, hoping he would understand

and his jaw clenched. “Of all days, how could

me explain.

He raised his hand. “I don’t want to

my eyes, not wanting him to see the threatening to form. I knew this would happen, but was it my fault?

one said, “Today is

looked at her and said, “I think she shouldn’t go in.” Then her gaze shifted to me. “You’ll only make my

my husband through my eyelashes. His face had turned

Thanks, bitches.

into the dining hall, obviously ashamed

breath to control my tears before

appeared beside me. “What the fuck are you wearing?” Alessandro’s ex-girlfriend, Camilla, asked, her voice dripping

no, not again. Not this

me for years. Worse, since she saved his life in an accident, his family loved her, thought

Angel, my foot!

inflamed me further. However, I was already

away. She