Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 49

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 49 Who is it?

ALESSANDRO’S POV

I came back to my office, heartbroken and devastated. I don’t have any energy left inside me; only my body is moving around without my mind, as if something heavy was pressing my soul, trying to suffocate me.

At present, I am unsure of her whereabouts and have a pressing need to locate her. However, it seems that everything I had worked on with my own efforts has been ruined.

I hurt her so much that she decided to leave without looking behind; I even hurt her last night, accusing her of things she never did. She was a victim too, and I…

Leaning against the wall of the elevator, I pulled my hair in frustration, unable to focus on my work, thinking about how to locate her and have a conversation with her.

The elevator ‘dang’ opened, and I walked toward my office when I saw Calvin coming out of my office.

Watching me, he immediately greeted me with a worried expression before speaking, “Elder madam is here.”

“Grandma?” I mumbled to myself, and he nodded.

I couldn’t help but sigh. I am already out of my sane, and now she is here for God knows what reason. If she started talking about Camilla, I swear I would lose it and won’t care anymore if she was my grandmother.

I nodded when Calvin talked again. “Do you find Miss Bla… I mean, Miss Edwards?”

“No, she left.” I frowned at the thought and focused my gaze on him. “Along with the other two things, start searching for Victoria’s current location. Find her as soon as possible.”

sir!” He immediately left to do his

gone to his desk, I walked to my office. Grandma was sitting on

maintained herself well enough that her true age was a mystery to others, today, she appeared

my heart. Among my loved ones, my mom, dad, and grandma have always shown the greatest concern for me and my

my relationship anymore. I have hurt Victoria so much before and am still trying

attention with the sound of my footsteps. Her gaze quickly shifted

with her worried

Aless. I was so worried. My child, what happened to you?” Her tone is broken by constant crying. “You look so dull, Aless. Tell

hands, kissing them softly. “I am fine, grandma. Don’t worry too much about me; I will make

say that, Aless? I only have you, son. I can’t lose you. Watching

my fault. I hurt her for three years and never stood up for her when she needed me most, and now, this is the

sofa, letting her seat down. Grandma only stared at me, clutching my

all of us…” She gulped before continuing,

down from the sofa to the ground and kept my head on her thighs as

I

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the board members about the new project, we want to

we invested in the French entertainment industry, and after discussion

I finally got time to walk out of the meeting room. I

become my best

the photo frame holding Victoria’s photo—the one I captured in her first jewelry exhibition in the

photos of her, only this. I caressed her

her as if she vanished into thin air, even though that is not