Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)

ALESSANDRO'S POV

A few hours ago...

Life has turned into hell after she is gone, as if something had just parted from me. Perhaps my heart, as I was no longer able to feel it.

It may sound clichéd, but it is the awful reality of my existence. I am very aware of my own guilt. For three years, she put up with me. Absolutely no other girl in her position would agree to it. Not even I would attempt it!

There is nothing that she hasn't loved me through, and she never voiced a grievance. In all honesty, I was the one who didn't give a damn. And I only realized my error now that she had finally given up.

I don't know, but maybe I have fallen for her this time. I am sure I did. She has somehow made her way into my cold heart, and now it's full of her.

"Sir!"

I was jerked out of my inner thoughts by Calvin's excited voice. He rushed inside the room, huffing. It seemed he did a sprint to get in here.

"You get it?" I asked and nodded firmly.

"Yes, sir!" He replied, and I adjusted myself on the bed. I asked him to investigate the accident three years ago.

My heart started racing in curiosity; eager to know the result, I desperately did not want Camilla to be the person.

"Did you find out who the girl was?" Trying to sound rational but failing miserably.

I didn't know if Calvin caught the desperation in my tone. Even if he did, he didn't react to it.

"Still no clue, sir," Calvin replied.

Immediately, blood rose in my head as I threw away the file Calvin had given me.

"How dare you come here without any news? Get lost!" I barked at him, and he flinched but didn't get out as I said. Instead, he picked up the file and kept it on the bedside table.

"There is more, sir. I found out that Miss Camilla seems to have given up playing the piano for another reason." He said.

His words worked to calm me down a little. Still, aggrieved that there was no information about that accident, but this news?

She has always claimed she saved me from fire; recently, it's always in my mind that she is lying.

She even claimed that she injured her hand while saving me and sacrificed her career playing piano, which turned out to be a lie.

If she could lie about her injury, why couldn't it be that accident? Though it's still unclear, this one lie is the biggest proof that she is not so honest.

She lied and forced a promise out of me to marry her, acting all innocent before my family and me.

She really thinks I don't know anything.

A cold smirk twitched my lips as I turned my gaze to Calvin. "Don't stop the investigation of that year."

"Yes, sir." He replied, and I dismissed him.

After Calvin was out, I closed my eyes only to greet by Victoria's beautiful face. It's not new; since she left my side, she is always in every part of me, and I love it.

But I also miss her. Her care, her touch, her presence; well, all of her.

I picked up my phone and turned it on. There she is, looking stunning in her red dress, smiling.

Remembering that stunning grin wasn't for me constantly hurts. She was smiling at Antonio; though he was not present in the photo, I only captured her. Still, that memory is fresh in my mind.

I took this photo hiddenly. I couldn't help it.

Guess this is what punishment is like, isn't it? When she was beside me as my wife, I never had a photo of her, and now, when she walked away from me, I am trying all my levels to get a glance of her, and it's unavailable now.

One chance, that's what I want from her. I swear, I will listen to every single breath of her carefully and fill my phone with her photos-just one chance I want.

Slowly, my fingers found their way to the phone contacts and seeing her name, I stared at the name for a moment. Why does this not look so ethical? Well, Maybe...

I pressed the edit option and changed her name to "My Wife" with a little red heart beside it.

Yeah, I know this is a bit cringing, but that's what I feel like doing it. I really don't care if anyone sees this and gives me a strange look at a great director being whipped by a woman. I would love to be her puppy, following her around.

Just one chance, Victoria; I promise to prove myself this time.

I once looked at the phone screen. Her number is on the dialed list, and before I could process it, I dialed it.

With every ring, my heartbeat gets faster. And then it almost stopped when she answered the call.

"What is it?" She asked. Even though her tone was cold and blank, I was happy! Seriously, I didn't think she would pick up!

Does that mean she still cares for me? Fuck! I really hope that is a yes!

"I miss you, Victoria; can you come to the hospital and bring me some food? Please..." I begged her. I really need to see her.

Please say yes... say yes. I kept chanting in my mind when she was taking a brief pause. But then she replied, toting my heart all along.

"First of all, I am not your servant to do your chores. Secondly, There are many maids in your house, why don't you call them? Or, why don't you call Camilla? I am sure she will be more than willing to bring you food!"

Her every word is like a slap on my face. Still, I want to hear her and want her beside me.

"Victoria, listen, I..." But she didn't listen and hung up.

Fuck Victoria, why can't you just listen to me for a second? Damn it! I flipped the phone beside me and closed my eyes, only to see her face again.

Immediately, I opened my eyes, murmuring a curse as I picked up my phone. Okay, I need to call her till she agrees to come here!

I dialed her number again, and she didn't pick up. I did it again and again. Victoria never answered.

I looked so formidable, and I fucking am! I called Calvin, and he rushed inside.

"Yes, sir?"

"Give me your phone," I demanded. He looked confused, yet he handed me his phone.

I went through his contact list, and there it is. Miss Blake. Wait... Miss Blake? My already ruined mood turned gloomier. He does have time to save her name as Miss Blake, huh? Fine, I will see how you waste your time next on such things!

I called her, praying she picked up this time, and finally! She did!

"Hello?"

"Victoria, it's me. Please, don't cut the call. Please listen to me for once." I begged as soon as she received the call.

"What the fuck, Alessandro! Why don't you..." She was angry, but I tried to stop her when I suddenly choked on my saliva and coughed violently.

"V... Victoria, please listen," I begged again.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked, making me a little surprised.

Wasn't she angry a second ago? What just happened? Oh! Is that change for my coughing?

"Are you alright, Alessandro?" I heard her tone again from the opposite. She sounded worried even if she pretended she was not.

I know this doesn't seem right, but I have to take it. Maybe, this is one sign from God giving me another chance.

I coughed as hard as I could. Of course, I was faking it.

"I... I don't feel well, Victoria..." And the cough continued. "I...it seemed I am having fever and I didn't eat anything." I again coughed to make it believable.

I sighed deeply. "I only wanted your food, Victoria... *Coughing* But, it's alright... I... won't disturb you... So I hung up.

Leaning on the pillow behind me, I smirked. "Oh, I believe you won't ignore me now."

"Sir?" I heard Calvin's tone. For a minute, I forgot he was present as I was using his phone. I looked at him and found him watching me in utter disbelief.

I raised a brow at him in question. "What? Let me know when she arrives and..."

"Y...you tricked her!" He gasped, stopping in the middle.

"What did you say?!" I glared at him.

"Nothing!" He shook his head. "I will let you know when she arrives." Saying that he rushed out of the room.