Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 22

VICTORIA’S POV

Isn’t it true that life tends to play pranks on us at the most inconvenient moments?

After loving this man for three years, enduring being ignored and despised by him, and ultimately deciding to leave, he suddenly held my hand and asked me to return to him.

What should I say? Could this be a joke?

I froze for a while, completely confused. If it were a few days ago, I would have cried to God, thanking him for sending this man into my life.

But now? I really don’t know how to act about this particular thing.

Considering the past, I think staying far from this man is best for myself and my unborn child, and somehow it’s very funny in a disgusting way.

I pulled my hand away from him with a mocking sneer on my lips.

“Oh, my…my! Mr. Devonte, it appears that the accident has caused confusion for you regarding many things. Is this a result of your injury?” I raised an eyebrow inquiringly. “However, this is a common occurrence, so there’s no need to worry. Would you like me to summon a doctor for you?”

He only stared at me. “Those blue eyes were dull and... hurt?” Oh wow! Is he hurt? For what? This is even funnier.

But unfortunately, I was in no mood, so I shook my head in denial. “Oh, no need for a doctor?” I asked again.

He didn’t respond, so I shrugged. “Fine then.”

I never thought I could be this much sarcastic in life. Guess what? The situation taught me everything.

I turned around and just took a step to leave when suddenly his hand grabbed my hand, and before I could react, his hands found my waist and dragged me to the bed.

He didn’t stop there! He continued by pressing me close to him, his soft, warm lips slammed on mine. My eyes widened at the sudden action as I tried to push him away from me, not caring that my struggle could hurt his injury.

I don’t know if he felt any pain or not because he did not let me go but pulled up more strength to stop me.

Isn’t he sick? How the fuck he gets his energy?

His kiss was wild and aggressive. It felt like he is punishing me for not being obedient!

Obedient, my foot! Who is he to me now? Nobody!

He started biting my lips, making me flinch in pain, and then drove crazy in my mouth, devouring every inch wildly, and started sucking my lips.

This is going too far. Well, far more than my patience for tolerance.

When I couldn’t fight him physically, I only had one choice.

The moment his tongue started massaging mine, I took the chance and bit it down.

He groaned and flinched as his grip loosened against me. Suddenly, I shoved him away, breaking free from his grasp, and gazed at him with anger, coercion, and repulsion.

My emotions are peaking up as my tears are on the verge. Before I started crying in front of this unfaithful man, I turned around and left without glancing behind.

Fuck you, Alessandro Devonte.

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ALESSANDRO’S POV

The stinging bite is still fresh and torturous on my tongue. I could taste my own blood. However, this is not what is painful to me or makes me mad, but my action did.