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

ALESSANDRO'S POV

I arrived at my office after dropping Victoria off. I had just settled into my chair when my phone buzzed with a new text message.

I looked down, and my lips formed a smile as I noticed it was from Victoria. Without delay, I unlocked my phone, entered the message section, and opened her text.

'Did you reach the office yet? Just a little time after we parted, both the baby and I are already missing you.'

Then she ended with a sad emoticon.

'Yes, I reached just now. And don't be sad, baby. We will be together soon after work, alright? Love you so much, my little heart.'

Adding a love emoticon, I send it to her.

Immediately later, another text popped up on the screen.

'Okay darling, and remember to return the watch to its owner. Only then will I be relaxed. And I love you too, Mr Devonte. See you soon.'

I stared at her text and could only read the same line again and again.

'remember to return the watch...'

Victoria, how would I tell you that you have already returned the watch to its owner? And the owner is your husband only.

I brought out the watch from my suit pocket and looked at it. I caressed the glass on top of it. It still remains the same, with a little scratch mark from the fire.

A vintage watch that once belonged to my father. He gave it to me on my graduation day and said, 'Son, this is just the start of your life. Don't waste a single time here.'

Then Mom and Dad died in an accident. And a few years later, I lost it in a fire accident. I was so sad and regretful for a long time after losing that watch in the accident. This watch has always given me strength in bad times.

I thought I would die that night, but just as all hope seemed lost, a young girl emerged like a guardian angel, rescuing me from the brink of demise.

When I woke up from the coma, I found Camilla beside me. She claimed she saved me and even blamed my accident for her ruined career.

She fed us lies for over half a year, and we digested them. My family love her, especially Grandma. She even put a crown on her head and promised a dream wedding with me.

I felt somewhat compelled to agree with the decision. At that time, I did not want to hurt Grandma. I even felt guilty hearing Camilla lose her career because of me. So, I did not deny it. However, soon, I met a new assistant. Victoria Blake. She caught my eyes at the very first glance I saw her.

Her extraordinary academic results and visual presentation made me take her as my secretary, even though she was more qualified to be in other departments. Yet, I paid her a salary based on her talent. Before long, I discovered my fondness for her and became drawn to her. At this point, the idea of a marriage commitment between Camilla and me began to trouble me.

One day, we had to visit a hotel for one project, and that was where everything started between us. I didn't know that we were drugged that night, but I was with her willingly. I wanted her before that. However, things changed the next day when people found us, and everyone blamed Victoria that she drugged me.

I was insane and despaired at her deed and blamed her even without knowing the truth. Although she screamed her innocence repeatedly, I did not listen to her.

I only believed the majority, forgetting that sometimes the minority overcomes the majority. I suppressed my fondness for her and started despising her when she said she was pregnant.

Instead of Camilla, I got married to Victoria. At that time, Camilla did well without knowing, and I must admit that.

But, my stupid beliefs made me a villain and idiotic husband who was ridiculously irresponsible in the marriage. At the same time, Victoria tried to be the perfect wife, the perfect wife anyone could get. But soon after marriage, I got to know that she wasn't pregnant...

I rested against the chair, gently tapping my chin, realizing that neither Victoria nor I had ever revisited this topic in conversation.

I did not ask her even after knowing she wasn't the one who drugged me. Could it be that she lied to marry me?

I frowned and shook my head.

No matter how I thought of that event, I could not make myself believe that Victoria lied to me. It appears that everyone around me was deceitful, except for her!

She is the one who remained honest and true to me. Then what is the real reason behind it? What if I am wrong and she did not lie? Could it be something else?

What if...

A thought crossed my mind as I sat straight on the chair and picked up my intercom to call for Calvin. He just returned to America yesterday. I gave him a day off, and he would join the work from today. While I harbored doubts initially, he took it upon himself to investigate the matter, but as of now, no results have surfaced.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Calvin walked inside.

"Good Morning, boss. I was about to come and inform you about something."

I nodded. "Okay, but first tell me, how is the investigation going on, Calvin? I asked you to find out if Victoria was pregnant three years ago?'

He lowered his head. "I am sorry, sir. I failed to find it out."

I stayed silent for some time. Even though I felt angry that he still couldn't find it out, I could not blame him.

I witnessed how hard he had been working since the start and trying to cope with my every order, so I decided to calm down, inhibiting my anger.

However, I did not convey sympathy but kept my face blank and gloomy. "Keep your investigation on, Calvin. I need the result soon."

He nodded slowly, "Yes, boss."

Then I changed the question. "What about the investigation about that night of my accident? You did not find anything, did you?"

He kept his eyes lowered on the ground and shook his head. "No, sir. We couldn't get any photos of that night. Everything has strangely disappeared, it seems."

"Is that so?" I asked absentmindedly.

"Okay, leave this matter for now and concentrate on finding the truth about her pregnancy three years ago."

I avoided telling him I knew about that night four years ago. Victoria was the girl, and I couldn't be happier about it!

"And what about the call last night? What did you find out?" I asked this time as he finally looked up at me. His face turned serious, and his expression was a little complicated to understand,

"Boss, while staying in Paris, I was trying to find the connection between Miss White and DW Wine Corp, as you asked before, even after knowing that your elder brother is the owner. To my surprise, I discovered that the attorney who recently assisted Camilla in her release from prison is from DW Wine Corp."

"What!? Say that again!?"

I was utterly shocked, and my thoughts trembled at the sudden news.

Calvin continued, "Yes, boss. I also found out that this lawyer is the chief legal adviser of DW Wine Corp. I have double-crossed the news, and it is the truth."

I stared at my assistant for some time, losing the thinking process. At this point, I felt a little numb all over my body.

Dominic? But why would he do that? Why would he help Camilla, who he has no connection with?

Was he trying to get back to me? But for what? Was it because of Devontes' wealth? He doesn't have to do these sorts of things at all! He is my brother, and I will share the properties with him.

It took me some time to come back to reality. "Calvin, don't stop your investigation here. Please, keep digging deep. I want to know the real motives."

“Umm, Sir, just a thought. Wouldn't talking to your brother directly about it be better?" He asked, and I immediately rejected the idea.

"No, before asking him, I want to know the truth myself."

Given my current circumstances, I cannot place trust in anyone. My experiences in the business world have instilled this lesson within me throughout the years. Moreover, I felt strange vibes from Dominic, and I need to find out using my ways.

Calvin nodded his head, "Sure, boss. I will."

My cell phone started ringing as I was busily discussing the problems with my assistant. My gaze dropped to the phone on the desk, and it was one of the board of directors members.

My brows knitted together as I received the call.

"What is the matter, Mr Brown?" He is one of the oldest members of the Reywalt Corporation.

"Oh, Mr Devonte, It's an emergency! DW Wine Corp wants to buy the major shares of our company!" His excited voice rang in my ear, causing me to freeze in position...