Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 4

The plane’s engines hummed softly as I settled into my first–class seat, looking out the window at the clouds.

Five years had passed since I left this city, heartbroken and destitute. Now, I was returning as a successful businesswoman, the CEO of a thriving empire known nationwide. My brands, ranging from high–end fashion to eco–friendly cosmetics, were household names. The transformation felt surreal.

My personal assistant, Grace, was busy typing away on her laptop a few seats down. Beside her, my security team ensured that everything was in order. They were all part of the group that had become essential in my new life. My success had brought wealth, influence, and an entirely new set of responsibilities.

Among my group, however, the most important were my children. Ethan and Emma, my five–year–old twins, were currently engaged in a heated debate, their voices carrying through the luxurious cabin. They approached me, their faces filled with the intensity of their argument.

“Mom, tell Emma she’s wrong!” Ethan demanded, his blue eyes sparkling with frustration and excitement.

“No, Mom, Ethan is wrong!” Emma retorted, her hands on her hips and a stubborn pout on her lips.

I couldn’t help but smile at their antics. They were both so smart and full of life, each with their own unique personality. Ethan was logical and methodical, while Emma was creative and fiercely independent.

“Okay, okay, calm down, I said, holding up my hands. “What’s the argument about this time?”

“Ethan says that the capital of Australia is Canberra, but 1 said it’s Sydney, Emma explained, her eyes wide with determination.

I chuckled softly. “Ethan is right, sweetheart. The capital of Australia is Canberra, not Sydney.”

Emma’s face fell, her pout deepening. “But Sydney is the biggest city. It should be the capital.”

I pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. “Sometimes the biggest city isn’t the capital. It’s a bit confusing, but it’s a good thing to learn.”

before finally giving in with a sigh. “Okay, Ethan,

said, giving me a quick hug before running back to

into her eyes. “You know, you were right about

at me, her earlier defeat forgotten.

like these reminded me of how far we had come. From the depths of despair to the heights of success, my children were my greatest achievement and

treasure.

and anticipation. This time, I was not the broken woman who had walked

I was pregnant after Alex left me was both a blessing and a challenge. With no family to turn to–being an orphan meant I was truly alone–I had to muster every ounce of strength I

and sweeping at Karen’s restaurant. It was tough work, but Karen’s kindness and the roof over my head kept me going. Every night,

past.

scratch. My first venture was a tiny boutique–barely more than a closet–where I sold handmade dresses and accessories. The work was grueling, and the profits were meager,

I faced the morning sickness, the doctor visits, and the overwhelming fear of the unknown alone. But every

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the time came, I gave birth to Ethan and Emma. They were my miracles, my reason

ways I never imagined. But giving up was never an option. I wanted to prove to myself

spread, and soon, my unique designs caught the eye of a few influential people. Orders started pouring in, and 1 reinvested every penny into expanding

Emma grew up in the midst of it all, always understanding that their mother was working to create

sense of pride. I had built an empire from nothing. My brands were synonymous with elegance and innovation, and I had

landed, and the hum of activity around us grew louder as we prepared

way. Sam, coordinate with the hotel about our late check–in. Lisa, double–check the