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.”

Emma sulked for a moment before finally giving in with

said, giving me a quick hug before running back to

evident. I cupped her cheek, looking into her eyes. “You know, you were right about Sydney being the biggest

up at me, her earlier defeat

and took a deep breath. Moments 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

treasure.

a new one. My heart swelled with pride and anticipation. This time, I was not the broken woman who had walked away with nothing. I

had turned upside down. Discovering I was pregnant after Alex left me was both a blessing and a challenge. With no family to

saved up what little money I earned from scrubbing floors 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, I counted my savings, dreaming of a better life for my unborn children.

past.

that haunted me. I found a small, rundown apartment and started from scratch. My first venture was a tiny boutique–barely more than a closet–where I sold handmade

especially without anyone to lean on. I faced the morning sickness, the doctor visits, and the overwhelming fear of the unknown

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

was a monumental task. Sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the constant juggle between motherhood and building a business tested me in ways I never imagined. But giving up was never an option. I wanted to prove to myself and to the world that I could rise

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

to create a better

on that flight back to the city I had left in shambles, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride. I had built an empire

the hum of activity around us grew louder as we prepared to disembark. I straightened my jacket and

on our way. Sam, coordinate with the hotel about our late check–in. Lisa, double–check the kids‘ bags,” I said, my voice clear and