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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter 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.
But wait. Why was she there? And how? She only ever went to business parties as my companion.
Had she known I was coming? Did she know I was watching her? No. Her movements gave me no
indication that she noticed me.
Meanwhile, everything in me wished she’d see me and sit next to me.
Then another thought crossed my mind. Who was she with? The thought of someone else with her
both frustrated and suffocated me. My eyes darted around her to locate the culprit.
“Why the fuck is she here?” Camilla asked, then held my arm tightly. “This event is too low-class. How
can someone like her be allowed in? I don’t think you make the right choice to come here, Al.”
My already sour mood turned even more sour. She had no shame. Worse, she’d spoken too loudly,
drawing the attention of others. Victoria had heard as well. She peered at us, and to my
disappointment, simply smiled before shifting her eyes away.
Barely any reaction? She’d remained calm, as though Camilla’s words didn’t matter.
That angered Camilla even more, so much so that she called for security.
A guard arrived and asked, “Is there something wrong, ma’am?”
“Something wrong? Every fucking thing is wrong!” Camia shouted, drawing even more attention. She
pointed at Victoria, “How can that type of person get a VIP seat? Don’t you people have a priority list?
What kind of event is this?”
My fists clenched, wishing I could shout that I didn’t know her, that I wasn’t with the crazy woman. But I
owed her a debt, so I had to mind my manners and couldn’t publicly disrespect her.
The security guard looked embarrassed, 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
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merely followed his instructions.”
I nodded in understanding, but Camilla snapped her fingers at him, glaring. “Hey, I’m the one talking to
you, and you’re apologizing to him? Why not address me?” Her tone grew louder with each word. “How
dare you disrespect me like that?”
I lost control and snapped at her. “If you have such a problem with it, then get out! Don’t waste
everyone’s time with your bullshit!”
Camilla stopped, glaring at me.
I turned to the guard. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Please, excuse us.”
The guard offered a polite bow, then thanked me and scurried away.
Slowly, the guests also withdrew their eyes from us.
Victoria hadn’t even spared me a glance. Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t know what
had gotten into me. But I wanted to take her home and keep her locked up there, only for me to see,
not all the strangers around us.
Victoria sat alone at her table, and I continued to wonder if she had a partner with her and who he
might be. I wanted to see the man with the guts to take my wife on a date.
Antonio Edwards, the director of E. Shine and host of the party, entered, drawing me from my thoughts.
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