Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 4

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Call the AMBULANCE!

ALESSANDRO POV

An alarm rang annoyingly beside my head, and I angrily slammed the buzzer. Due to a disciplined life since childhood, I’d always been an early riser. So the hour nor the alarm would typically bother me. But I’d spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about Victoria. I’d only slept an hour, two tops.

Why I can’t stop thinking about her? I shook my head in frustration. Rubbing my face, I stepped out of bed and went to my closet to get my things for the office. There I was confronted with another reminder as Victoria’s colorful clothes hung as if mocking me. Though she was an introvert, she had an unpredictable personality and loved vibrant clothes and makeup. Still, she always presented herself as ladylike.

I shook my head again, frustrated that I still couldn’t get her out of my mind. With a sigh, I focused on my side of the closet. Everything remained the same as always, except there was no ready for me—one of the maid’s tasks. I frowned at her oversight. Maybe it was time for a change?

I picked up a black shirt and paired it with a silver-grey suit, then tried to find my black cufflinks to no avail. After several minutes of unsuccessful searching, I called my maid, Lauren.

In moments, she knocked on the door and stepped inside. “Yes, master Devonte?” she asked, standing straight, with her head slightly lowered.

“Where are my black cufflinks?” I demanded impatiently. “You only have one job, and you can’t even get that right? You didn’t even prepare my suit today. Why am I even paying you?”

She flinched at my icy tone. “M–Master Devonte, your clothes have always been sorted by Mrs. Devonte. I never touched your things after she came into the mansion.”

I blinked twice to digest what she’d said. All that time, I had thought the maid organized my clothes, yet it had been Victoria all along?

My fists clenched. “Leave,” I commanded too loudly. As much as I tried to control my tone, the harshness never subdued.

Lauren nodded and scurried out of the room.

I called Victoria, thinking she wouldn’t answer. But then her voice drifted into my ear over the phone, and I swore I had never heard anything so breathtaking, so melodious. Why had it never felt like that before? Why now, after she decided to leave me?

“Hello?” she said again.

black cufflinks. Lauren said you

ties in a black velvet box,” she said. “And

phone. Did she really just hang up on me? Rage engulfed me, and

I didn’t even bother

before she came into my life, didn’t I? So why did it feel

out the window. I had been at the office for an hour, and I was sitting there as if I had nothing to do. Never in the three years we

my thoughts. “What is it?”

“Sir, Mrs. Devonte is here.

stopped. Sh–she came to meet me! Sweat beaded on my brow. “I—Yeah, let her in,” I said, trying to sound authoritative and not too flustered, though I was certain my

I settled myself in my chair. I didn’t know why she was visiting, but I was glad

into my office looking stunning in a white knee-length dress with white stilettos, a red belt and matching red lipstick. Her

said, “Hey. Finally decided to show

brow arched, and those emerald-green eyes stared at me

same. Yet something had changed in

said, her voice cold. “I just need a moment of your time.” Instead of flashing her sweet

you want?” I

file onto

“What’s this?” I asked as I

already signed