Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Chapter 79

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 79

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 79 Dreams do come true…

VICTORIA’S POV

My heart was racing as if I was experiencing being with a man for the first time, which is technically true.

My stomach twisted at his words. I guess I can’t wait to confess my love to him. Having already disclosed his feelings, I knew the time had come for me to do the same.

I smiled, suppressing the tears that were threatening to come out. But, the moment I opened my mouth to speak, Alessandro suddenly knelt on his one knee just in front of me.

I blinked, confused and stunned. What is he doing?

For a moment, time stopped around me, and everything seemed to vanish—only him and me.

“Alessandro…” I gasped.

He smiled before inserting his hand in his suit pocket and bringing out a little velvet box.

Wait… Is he?

I covered my mouth with my hand, eyes widening in disbelief. If my assumption was correct, then it was utterly insane.

He held my hands and looked up at me with eyes full of emotions I had never seen before—love. That is what I could see only.

“Victoria, I know I did many unforgivable wrongs. When you were with me, I never understood my feelings and never understood you. When you left me, I realized I am nothing without you.”

“You are the sun that shines, and your light makes me shine. I realized the meaning of love. It dawned on me the true essence of love—having you in my life.”

“I won’t say I am the perfect man, but I promise to strive to be your ideal partner—the perfect husband and father. I will accept everything you will ask me to do.”

“Victoria, you are so perfect. Your touch makes everything shine in my life. I know you have given me three months; still, I am here before you because I know I won’t be able to leave you even after three months.” NôvelDrama.Org content.

“I am not so kind as you. I am a selfish, arrogant, jealous arshole, who only wants you. So, with my every flaw and tries, will you, Victoria Edwards, accept a looser like me in your bright life?”

“Will you give me a chance to shine in your light?”

“Will you marry me, again, for the last and forever time?”

He opened the blue box, and the vivid blue diamond shined in it. I swear, I have never laid eyes on anything more stunning.

By now, I had become a weeping wreck. I could no longer contain my emotions and was uncontrollably sobbing as though I were grieving—which was not the case. These tears were tears of joy, a reflection of my overwhelming happiness.

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Did your dream ever come true? Do you know how it feels when your dream comes true?

Now, I know. It’s an exquisite suffocation that envelops you – a feeling that transports you to heaven while still on earth. It’s the kind of sensation that will make you weep uncontrollably as if you were on the brink of death. And yet, paradoxically, these so-called negative aspects make you feel the most alive, the most ecstatic.

Just a few days ago, the notion of this happening to me seemed like nothing more than a fanciful daydream. I never truly believed that dreams could become a reality. However, as it turns out, I was wrong – they can, and they did.

Dreams do come true…

“Victoria…”

I was so lost in my emotions that I didn’t remember Aless was still on the ground. He seems nervous.

I pressed my lips together tightly, inhaling a deep breath—or at least attempting to amidst my tearful state—before nodding through my emotional breakdown.

“Y..es, yes! I d..do…”

He smiled so brightly. I have never seen him smile like this before.

He slid the ring onto my finger and kissed my hand. My legs felt like jelly, and had he not held me tightly, I would have crumbled to the ground instantly.

“Shh… Stop crying.” Aless kissed my tears away, but I was being me. His actions made me cry harder.

I hid my face in his chest, and he didn’t complain. I don’t really care about my makeup ruining.

We stood there for a long time, and finally, I called down as he wiped my tears away.

“Antonio will murder me if you continue to sob before he asks what transpired,” Alessandro said playfully, making me smile.

I snaked my hands around his neck and kissed his lips. “I won’t let him do that ever. Not him and not anyone.”

His hands wrapped around my waist as he nuzzled my cheek. “Can we go back home? I am not in the mood to attend this boring banquet.”

I arched my eyebrow, keenly aware of his current mood. “Well, what do you want then?”

With a playful nip on my cheek, his oceanic gaze turned to smolder as he whispered, “I will let you know once we are at home.” His voice, deep and smooth like aged bourbon, left little doubt about his intentions. And I, well, I was more than eager to oblige.

I kissed his cheek. “Hold a little more, just a little greet to the party host, and then I will give you what you want.”

Alessandro let out a muffled growl but agreed finally.

Soon, we walked out of the garden and joined the other guests in the hall, hand in hand. We were smiling as newly fallen love birds, not caring if people glanced over us.

As we were meeting others, suddenly we heard a noise, and when our attention fell on the source of it, it was Camilla.

She rushed out to us, enraged, and pointed her finger at me.

“There is she. That’s her! She stole my diamond bracelet!”