Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 3

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! One confusing dream

Victoria’s POV

With the beeping sounds of sensors in my ears, my eyes opened. I looked around, feeling disoriented. Then I saw my brother, Antonio, sitting on the couch next to me. “A–Antonio…”

He rushed to me. “Victoria, are you all right? Let me call for the doctor.”

A short while later, Antonio let out a breath of relief as the doctor announced my pregnancy and said I wasn’t in danger.

“Are you going to continue to suffer with that family?” he asked, shaking his head. “Why don’t you come home with me this time? I’ve missed you, sister.”

Tears I’d held for three years flowed as I nodded with sorrow and guilt. “I’m sorry I was too willful before. B–but how did you find me?”

“Someone sent me a message and told me you were in trouble in Devonte’s place,” Antonio answered. “I knew how Alessandro’s family treated you. I rushed to the mansion. I should have never let you stay with them. But now, I can take revenge for you and help you raise your child.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t let Alessandro know about my pregnancy. I don’t want any of them to know about this child.” Either they would force me to return or try to take my child away. Not that I couldn’t stop them, but I didn’t want it to happen. “I will stay away from Alessandro now, and raise my child on my own, giving it my name.”

Antonio raked his fingers through his hair.

I watched my brother and could see the hurt and worry he had gone through because of me. Because of my selfishness, I stayed away from my real family. Still, my brother was there, ready to help me.

I held his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. But I am not going back to him. I tried my best, but it failed, and I don’t want to try anymore.” I gulped the dryness in my throat. “I’ve already told him I want a divorce. Help me file one against him.”

Alessandro’s POV

“H…h…elp…” I tried to escape by punching the damaged car door. But the pressure wouldn’t allow it to budge.

My assistant and driver died in the accident, and only I remained. For how long? I don’t know. But there wasn’t much time left. Charred flesh, perspiration, and blood lingered in the air. With the last of my energy, I tried to open the door again. No movement.

The hard smell of fuel and fire hit my nostrils, overpowering the nasty smell of blood and sweat. The automobile’s front side was burning, and it wouldn’t take much to cover the whole car. Frantically, I punched the door. Though being far from civilization, I doubted anyone would hear. People rarely ventured so far into the forest, even on the road we’d been traveling.

My vision darkened as it became more and more difficult to breathe. A piece of my mind knew that I’d die from oxygen deprivation before the car caught fire. As my hopes diminished, I faced the reality of my death. No more sunrises. No more anything. “Hello… Anybody…” I said weakly, not expecting an answer.

A muffled sound met my ears. Groaning in pain, I tilted my head and waited to hear the voice again.

I was hallucinating. Still,

is,” came the muffled

cautiously opened my eyes. A figure appeared and, again, I thought I must be hallucinating. Who would be there? My head was full of questions. I saw

sound of broken glass shattered

You–you okay?” A female voice rang

it was slippery. The voice was familiar. Someone quite close, but I couldn’t picture her. She touched my cheek and rubbed my back.

I shifted slightly.

“Thank Lord! Now help me get you out of here, okay? You need to move a bit,”

was caught behind the driver’s seat, so she had trouble getting

fractured. The scorching heat and suffocating humidity touched us even though we were soaked with sweat. If I couldn’t get out, this girl who tried to save me would die.

“Leave,” I yelled.

tone reprimanded me. I tried

We can

I finally dragged my

and her trying to take as much weight from me as she

fire. Is everything okay? She asked lovingly. Her soft touch on my cheek felt so

my eyes. Still needing to see my savior, I focused. Who’d risk her life for me? I tried to blink away the

angel blinked once. “You okay?” She

know

****

still in the office. Yes, I was. It had been a dream, a dream I’d had for years.

me that night. At least that’s what everyone said once I woke from the month-long coma I suffered after the

I couldn’t tell if it was the same one I’d

to ignore. Even after her lie, I still accepted her. And now she wanted to leave me. Her last words from

divorce from Alessandro fucking Devonte? Not only that, she dared not return home. What the fuck was

the intercom, I called for my assistant and right-hand

his head inside my office. “Yes,

find out where Victoria went last