Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 8

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.

Then I noticed others staring at her ravishing beauty, and my blood boiled, not wanting them to eye my wife like that.

she known I was coming? Did

in me wished she’d see me and sit

else with her both

low-class. How can someone like her

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

remained calm, as though Camilla’s words

Camilla even more, so much so that she called for

and asked, “Is there

that type of person get a VIP

I didn’t know her, that I wasn’t with the crazy woman. But I owed her a debt, so

and I couldn’t blame him. He lowered his head toward me and apologized. “I’m sorry, Mr. Devonte. The seats are arranged by the organizer, not by our hall. We

glaring. “Hey, I’m the one talking to you, and you’re apologizing to him?