Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Chapter 13

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 13

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 13 I will stay

VICTORIA POV

The feeling of once again getting close to him was a kind of strange nauseous to me. I don’t think I can handle that. Moreover, there are lots of willing people to take care of him.

I was about to deny the proposal, but aunt Gina beat me to it. “Mrs. Devonte?” Her eyes narrowed at me in suspicion. “Didn’t you just say you were divorced a few ago? How come you are still Mrs. Devonte?”

I almost rolled my eyes at her but controlled myself. I don’t want to create any scene in the hospital and remain calm as much as possible.

“Yes, we are divorced, and that happened just this morning. Unfortunately, the doctor didn’t know it; at that time, it was impossible to describe all of it. Try to understand the situation.” I replied as the doctor stared at me, a little taken aback.

“Wait!” Gina widened her eyes like a hypocrite. “Did you just sign the formal papers in the hospital? How are you doing that!? You are not a family anymore!”

I really can’t believe this woman. She is still caring about everything except Alessandro. And dare to call herself his family member?

“Did you see the audacity of this woman, mom? What a pathetic bitch! And she even said she didn’t demand anything from the property! She…”

“Miss Devonte…” The doctor stopped her in the middle. “When Mr. Devonte arrived in the hospital, he was fighting for his life. It was very urgent to operate on him at that moment. If we were to wait for you, his real family members, you wouldn’t see him alive anymore. So, that lady over there signed it as someone who used to be his family member.”

I am really grateful to the doctor. At least he cares more than his family members and knows it is a needy situation.

“But…” Gina was still not convinced when Grandma stopped her.

“It’s alright, Gina. At least she could do this much after eating his money for three years.”

Well, none of them knows how to talk about bringing money in each sentence, do they?

Grandma turned to the doctor again, ignoring me completely, “You said someone needs to stay here for the patient?” She patted her old chest. “I will stay with my child. I will take care of him.”

Doctor shook his head, getting uncomfortable in the situation. “Ma’am, I appreciate and understand your love for your grandson, but he needs someone who can properly care for him. It may sound offensive, but he needs someone healthy beside him.”

“Doctor is right, mom,” Gina spoke. “I know a nanny; I’ll send her right away. You don’t have to worry, mom.”

“No! No need for a nanny!” Grandma denied it hurriedly.

“But why, mom? She is good. Trust me.” Gina argued as I watched their drama standing behind me.

Grandma shook her head and then suddenly looked up at me. “You stay here and take care of him.”

Her words really surprised me. Oh, she wanted me to leave his side, yet she insisted I stay here and care for his grandson. Did the sunrise from the west today?

“This woman is a spoilsport; how can she take good care of Alessandro? Mom? What is wrong with you?”

Both started arguing while I was in my thoughts, hardly listening to them.

What happened today has a connection with me; though I never asked for his help, he volunteered himself and got hurt in between. And I am grateful to him for saving me.

Somewhere, this situation made me guilty inside, thinking of Dominique. I could not save him that time, but I don’t want the same situation again. “I will stay and take good care of him.”

My words stopped both of them as they turned to me. Grandma nodded firmly, and I don’t know if I saw it right. I felt a glimpse of a strange plea in her stoic blue eyes, which vanished immediately, throwing me into question.

“Let’s go, Gina,” Grandma said reluctantly, not removing her eyes from Alessandro’s room.

Gina frowned but did not retort anymore. “Stay and take good care of him; if you don’t, I’ll kill you!” Then she left with her grandmother.

I could answer her back, but I am done with this shit and not in the mood to deal with these things anymore.

After they were gone, the doctor also left, asking me to inform him if there is any situation. And he will keep checking on him from time to time.

****

I went inside the room. He is lying on the bed peacefully. Watching him now, no one will say that this man is full of arrogance and ego.

I sat on the stool next to his bed.

“Why do you disturb my life after the divorce, Alessandro? Who asked you to come my way when our roads went different? Why are you adamant about putting me in situations I don’t want to deal with? Why?”

I asked, but there was no response from him. And a sigh left my lips.

I slowly brought my mobile from my bag and dialed Antonio’s number. He called me a couple of times, but there was no situation to pick up the call or notice.

One ring, and he immediately picked up the call. “Goodness, Victoria! Where are you!? Here I am, getting insane when you are not picking up!” He sounded so mad, and once again, I felt guilty.

“Hey, I am fine, Ant. Calm down first,” I said and heard him taking a deep breath and letting it go.

“Okay, where are you now? Did the divorce happen?” Though he tried to be calm, his tone was betraying him.

I nodded. “The divorce happened, and I am fine. But, there is a little situation. Well, Alessandro…” I calmly explained the situation to him, and he was not convinced at first.

But my firmness earned a Yes from him reluctantly.

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“No, Ant. I am fine. It’s just this night. I am responsible for his situation and will take care of it. Don’t worry about me. I am fine. If I need anything, I will let you know.”

“Fine… As you say.” He sounds defeated.

After warning me to call him if I needed anything and making several promises, he finally hung up.

After hanging up, I played games on my phone and then browsed online. The media is filled with my news, my relationship with Antonio, and many more.

Soon, I was bored and kept the phone aside. I checked on Alessandro once and comfortably bent down on the bed.

I don’t know what my thoughts are, but I was drowned in past memories. The fire, Dominique dying, coming across Alessandro, his rejections, coldness, my pregnancy, our divorce, and lastly, him saving me…

I wanted to come out of those thoughts, but I was too drowned as if I was paralyzed. My heart started racing when suddenly I felt a slight touch of comfort on my head.

As if someone is gently stroking my head, bringing me out from those vicious visions of mine and putting me in a very comfortable position…