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.”

pride, while Emma sulked for a moment before

a quick hug before running back to

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

me, her

to her seat, I leaned back and took a deep breath. Moments like these reminded me of how far we had

treasure.

pride and anticipation. This time, I was not the

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

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. I knew staying there was not an option; I needed a

past.

moved to a new city, far from the memories 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 dresses and accessories. The work

and the overwhelming fear of the unknown alone. But every kick, every flutter from my babies gave me

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

a monumental task. Sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the constant juggle between motherhood and building a business tested me in ways I never imagined.

Orders started pouring in, and 1 reinvested every penny into expanding my business. I moved into a bigger space, hired staff, and launched my brand nationwide. The

the midst of it all, always understanding that their mother was working to create a better life for them. They were my

pride. I had built an empire from nothing. My brands were synonymous with elegance and innovation, and I had secured a future for

flight finally landed, and the hum of activity around us grew louder as we prepared to disembark. I straightened my

make sure the car service knows we’re 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