Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 6

ALESSANDRO’S POV

I chewed on the beef steak before me, trying to focus on dinner and keep thoughts of Victoria out of my mind. However, nothing seemed as good as it used to be. Even my meal tasted wrong. It wasn’t the worst steak I’d ever eaten, but I wasn’t feeling any satisfaction.

Already in a foul mood, the inadequate food made it worse. When I tasted the mashed potatoes, I became enraged enough to throw my plate on the floor.

My head housekeeper, Sofia, rushed to me in horror with two maids trailing her. She’d been our housekeeper since childhood, so she knew everything that went on in the mansion. “Young master, what happened?” she asked with wide eyes.

“What happened?” I yelled. “The food is what happened. Is there a new chef? Didn’t you check his credentials?”

Sofia peered at the mess on the floor and ordered the maids to clean it, then looked up at me and shook her head. “Young master, there’s been no change. Martin is the chef, as always. And his cooking hasn’t changed, either.”

“If it’s the same chef, why has the food changed?”

Sofia looked at me with concern. “Young master, for the last three years, the young mistress has cooked for you.”

“What?” I stared at her in disbelief.

“Since you got married, the young mistress has been preparing your meals. And she hasn’t just been taking care of your food, but she never let the maids do any work either. She used to do everything herself.”

I continued staring, trying to process her words through my shock.

“I might not be good as the mistress, young master, but I can try to make something else for you.”

Through my shock and disbelief, a question crossed my mind and slipped from my tongue. “Did you know that Victoria’s allergic to shrimp?”

Sofia knitted her brows, then nodded firmly. “Yes, young mistress is allergic to shrimp. She once ate dumplings delivered by Camilla and suffered a severe allergic reaction.” Her eyes took on a distant quality, as though recalling the incident. “It was terrible. Mrs. Devonte almost lost her life. Later, we learned the dumplings were filled with shrimp.”

After a slow blink, I said, “She almost lost her life? Where was I when that happened?”

Sofia lowered her head, averting her eyes. “Young master, you were busy with work. You wouldn’t pick up Madam’s call.”

I had never felt so inadequate, so idiotic, before. My wife had a life-threatening event, and I hadn’t even known? On top of it, it had been Camilla’s fault—Camilla who was my family’s favorite.

What had I been doing for three years that everyone around me, including my assistant, knew about my wife’s shrimp allergy while I didn’t? And I had thought she insulted me by rejecting me? Fuck!

“Young master, are you all right?” Sofia pulled me from my thoughts, her eyes wrinkled in concern. “Do you want me to make something for you, sir?”