Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 5

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! My EX-husband!

VICTORIA’S POV

I woke to familiar beeping sounds. When I opened my eyes, it didn’t surprise me to see I was in a hospital bed with an IV attached to the back of my hand.

“You are awake?” a woman in a doctor’s coat asked with a smile. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Devonte?”

“I…” My throat dried, remembering the terrible ache in my abdomen when Alessandro stopped me. What if something happened to my baby? “H–how is my baby?” I needed to know.

The doctor smiled, touching my arm and spreading a sense of comfort. “Your baby is fine. But you need to rest. No anxiety. It could affect you or the baby’s health.”

The heavy stone that had taken residence in my heart disappeared at her words. My baby was fine. Relief washed over me. However, my relief dissipated when I realized she had called me Mrs. Devonte.

“Who brought me here, Doctor?” I asked, fearing it may have been Alessandro.

“Your husband. Don’t worry, he said he’ll be back soon. He just went out to complete some procedures.”

Fear filled me. “Did you tell him about my pregnancy?” I asked, worried she might have said something. I couldn’t let Alessandro find out.

A momentary confusion passed over the doctor’s face, but then she shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Please, don’t tell him,” I requested.

“But…” She peered at me quizzically.

“Please, Doctor, Don’t tell him. I don’t want him to know.”

to leave, Alessandro entered the room. I shifted my eyes

is she, Doctor?” he

doing well. Vitals

“Why did she faint?”

to care, but just then he started caring? What the hell? I couldn’t help but face the doctor with fear in my

be any number of reasons, and her blood work

Thank Lord!

would, too. I no longer wanted him around. It was too difficult because I still loved him. It would be easier to move on and forget him if I could just keep

approached and placed a bag on the side table, pulling a box out of it. “You need healthy food,” he

care of everything. Three years later, my soon-to-be ex-husband had no idea what I could and couldn’t eat. How could he not know I was allergic to shrimp? Probably because it was the first time in all our years

get him out of there, so I closed the box and pushed it back into the

doing?” he asked, his face filled with

nightmare for me, and I don’t want you anymore. So you can quit with

felt I had no choice. Though I still loved

hear “no” and wasn’t used to rejection. He took a step forward, his jaw tightening. “Provided you come back home, I’ll

he thought I was a greedy and needy woman. In his mind, that was why I married him. But that had never been the case. Foolishly, I loved him.

and it sounded hurt and bitter to my own ears. “Did you forget we’re legally separated?” I shook

my ears. The tears I had kept

ALESSANDRO’S POV

her, but being a gentleman, I left. I had even set my pride aside, chasing after her, buying her food. And what had

me, I’d give her