Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Chapter 54

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 54

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 54 The cute little doll

VICTORIA’S POV

Sometimes I really don’t understand how the principle of this world runs. Thinking about Alessandro letting Calilla out of prison, I want to return to New York and break his face.

This is freaking too much! It’s good that I am away from that shit of a family.

However, Antonio wanted to take some action against them, but I stopped him. I don’t want to cause any trouble in my life, so I let it go this time. However, if this occurs again, I will not ignore it, and I have explicitly communicated this to Alessandro. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you thinking, sweet?” Maria asked, breaking my thoughts as I looked at her.

“Nothing, just random things,” I replied.

Maria smiled and held my hand. “At this time, women tend to think various things, most of which are unnecessary cautions. Don’t stress yourself too much. We all are with you.”

Smiling, I leaned on her shoulder and looked through the car window. We are heading to a supermarket to purchase goods. Basically, it’s a lot of things as I have planned to celebrate my upcoming birthday with the orphan kids and donate some of my assets there.

Although it’s not something I usually support, I feel obligated to do so today. Frankly, I’m feeling restless being stuck at home and have the desire to be out in public. Even though I like the peaceful environment, sometimes I also want to see people roaming around.

Despite my objections, Jayden decided to move into the guest house with his brother after the trouble he caused, believing it to be the best course of action. Even though I did not want him to, he insisted, and I did not push the matter further. This way, Daniel would also not feel lonely being far away from home.

Sage accompanied me and Maria to the shop as he parked the car before the mall, he opened the door for me, and I stepped out.

I looked around, and my gaze stopped at the Eiffel Tower. We can see the top portion from our current location; I assure you, it’s incredibly stunning.

Originally, Paris was my favorite destination, and ever since I learned about this romantic city and its charm, I wanted to go up to that tower with my loved ones.

I have previously visited the place with my family, but I also desire to visit it with the man I am in love with. However, I repeatedly failed in that matter, and I have never really wished to go there since then.

Despite its current appearance of beauty and luxury, I am not interested in going there at this time. Perhaps in the future, but not currently.

I accompanied Maria as she entered the store.

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“I think we should go with the vanilla flavor, it’s yummy, and kids will like it,” Maria advised, and immediately my mood turned bitter.

Vanilla is adored by this woman, along with other things, and has been a staple in her desserts since she was a child, as every flavored dessert she made always seemed to include a hint of vanilla.

Though I never minded it because whatever she made usually turned out so delicious, I did now.

I immediately shook my head negatively and picked up the chocolate flavor. “Kids prefer chocolate the most!” I argued, ready to retort.

Maria scratched her nose. “But…”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses!” I immediately dismissed her and pushed her to walk forward with her shoulders. “We have made a firm decision, and we’re sticking to it.”

She sighed. “Fine,” and we continued our shopping.

After we finished with our kind of argumental shop, Maria finally walked to the counter to settle the bill as I stood in front of a chocolate row.

As I was choosing what to take, suddenly…

“Voulez-vous m’aider à prendre ça, madame?” (Will you help me take that, ma’am?)

A baby voice came from behind, and as I turned back, I met a four-five years old girl with chubby cheeks, standing and pointing in the direction of the tow rack where her little hands could not reach.

Her round black eyes were expectant. Wearing a strawberry shortcake t-shirt with denim shorts, matching pink shoes, and a pair of buns.

She looks like a doll and is so cute.

I smiled at her. “Qu’est-ce que tu veux? Ces pépites de chocolat ?” (What do you want? Those chocolate chips?)

She nodded her head with bright eyes. “Oui!” (Yes!)

I looked around; she was alone in this row. But, surely not roaming around alone, right? She must have her parents.

I squatted beside her. « Petite poupée, où sont tes parents? (Little doll, where are your parents?)

She pouted her lips when…

« Natasha, qu’est-ce que tu fais ici toute seule? (Natasha what are you doing here alone?)

A mature female tone came as I turned my gaze up. A woman rushed to us, holding the little girl’s hand.

“Je demandais à cette madame de me donner des chips.” (I was asking this ma’am to give me some chips.) She described as I stood up with a smile.

It appears that the woman is likely the little girl’s mother, as the girl bears a strong resemblance to her. Especially, those black round eyes.

“Oh, je suis désolé madame. Elle n’aurait pas dû vous déranger.” (Oh, I am sorry ma’am. She shouldn’t have disturbed you.)

“Non, non, ça va. Ça ne me dérange pas du tout. Votre fille est très belle, tout comme vous.” (No, no, it’s alright. I don’t mind at all. Your daughter is very beautiful, just like you.)

The woman blushed and thanked me. Prior to their departure, I grabbed a package of chocolate chips and a chocolate bar and presented them to the young girl. At first, the mother declined to accept it, but she eventually took it after I persisted.

After saying their thanks, they turned and began to leave, my eyes following them—the tiny girl in particular. Immediately, my hand went up to my belly, caressing softly.

All this time, I never really wanted any specific gender but a healthy child. But, seeing this little girl with her mother, my mind suddenly turned greedy for a cute little daughter that would resemble me.

I will take her shopping, and she will demand things. I won’t spoil her much, but I’m sure the rest of the family will, especially papa and Antonio. They are already planning it.

She would be the precious cute little doll of the family, so she would be treated like the princess she is.

In all these things, I also wish to have my baby’s father beside me, which seemed to be my biggest wish that would never be fulfilled.

Sigh…

Following that, Sage and Maria, and I left. The distance to the parking lot made me feel exhausted. I’ve been feeling really weary for the past several days, and the doctor says that’s perfectly normal throughout pregnancy.

As we stood before the ship, Sage went to bring the car with grocery bags in his hands.

We were standing when without a hint, two men emerged from the dark alley opposite the market carrying a black bag. I didn’t try to stop them at first, but I felt a bit uncomfortable as I realized they were watching us.

Just as I was about to alert Maria, suddenly, they rushed to us. One pushed Maria away, and the other one pulled me away with him toward the car.

I couldn’t balance myself and tripped on my shoes as I could see myself hitting the ground…