Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 5

Alex POV.

I was just about to take an important call when a little boy came out of nowhere, stumbling right into me. The phone slipped from my grasp, and I caught it just in time, but my attention was immediately drawn to the kid. He stared up at me, his mouth opening as if to apologize, but no words came out. There was something eerily familiar about him–a flash of recognition in his eyes that caught me off guard. My heart skipped a beat because this kid looked like me.

I was still processing this uncanny resemblance when a voice cut through my confusion. Tm so sorry,” she said, rushing over to us. My eyes snapped up, and it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck through me. “Christiana?” I called out, ripping off my shades, as if seeing her without any barriers would make this moment more real. She looked as stunned as 1 felt.

This was insane. Absolutely insane. I had never expected to see her again, let alone with a little boy who was practically my mirror image. And wait–there was another one. A girl. The boy’s twin. Both of them looked like me. How was this even possible!

I was beyond shocked. My mind was reeling. “You… you have children?” I managed to say, my voice barely steady.

“Yes,” Christiana replied, her tone laced with a mix of bitterness and defiance. “It’s incredulous, right? That the barren ex–wife now has children” She quickly pulled the boy away from me and held the girl close too, calling her guards to secure them.

My breath hitched as I kept staring at the kids, then at Christiana, then back at the kids. They were about five years old, and I had divorced Christiana just five years ago. My men behind me were murmuring, clearly as shocked as I was, noting the striking resemblance the children had to me. They could be my children.

Before I could say anything, Christiana had scooped up her children and was barking orders authoritatively at her group of people, her demeanor strong and commanding “Let’s go,” she said firmly, holding their hands and guiding them away.

back at me with confused expressions, whispering to

from the past, sweetie, Christiana

couldn’t be a coincidence. The kids were too similar to me for it to be anything else. I needed answers, but for now, all I could do was stand there, my world

who looked so much like me, I felt an overwhelming wide of

turned to my PA, James, my voice low but urgent. “James, I need you to find out everything about her,” I

nodded, looking slightly taken aback by my intensity. Tll get on

at the airport, especially not when I was about to take a flight to another city for a crucial business seminar. During the flight, I couldn’t stop thinking about her and the children. My mind kept replaying the moment I saw them, the shock on her face, and the unmistakable resemblance the kids had

thoughts were consumed by Christiana and the twins. I kept wondering how it was possible that she had children–my children. I remembered our last encounter vividly,

after what felt like an eternity, I returned to my hotel room. The moment

handing me the file. “I’ve got the information you asked

slightly. “Tell me what you found out,” I

Chapter 3

at his notes. “After you divorced her, Mrs. Davis–uh, Christiana–left the city. She moved to another city and started a small business. Over the past five years, she has grown that business into a successful enterprise. She gave birth to the twins, Ethan and Emma, five years ago. There hasn’t been another

“Five years ago, I repeated, more to myself than to James. “The