Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 6

Christiana’s POV.

The hotel suite was finally quiet, save for the muffled hum of the air conditioning. I had spent the day unpacking our few belongings, trying to turn this temporary lodging into something that felt less like an impersonal pit stop and more like a home. The twins, Ethan and Emma, had explored the room with the boundless energy that only children possess. Now, they were seated on the plush carpet, playing with the assortment of toys I’d managed to gather.

I sat on the edge of the bed, folding some clothes, when Ethan suddenly looked up from his toys. His small face was serious, his brow furrowed in thought. I sensed a shift in the room’s atmosphere, a prelude to one of his intense little conversations.

“Mom?” Ethan’s voice was unusually solemn.

I glanced up, meeting his inquisitive gaze. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“There was a man at the airport,” Ethan began, his tone holding a gravity that made me pause. “Who was he?”

I froze, my hands momentarily stilling in their task. “Which man, honey?”

“The man I bumped into,” Ethan replied, his eyes searching mine. “He looked a lot like me.”

The unexpected nature of his question caught me off guard. I struggled to maintain my composure, hoping to deflect his curiosity. “Oh, him? He wasn’t an important person.”

Ethan’s gaze sharpened, as if he were piecing together a puzzle “But he really did look like me. He seemed surprised when he saw us. Do you know him?”

flushed with excitement. “Mom, Ethan’s right! The man

my heart racing. I forced a calm smile, though I could feel

waver. His eyes, so like his father’s, were searching mine with a depth that belied his age. “But Morn, it felt like more than a coincidence. Why did he look

wide. “Yeah,

took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. The last thing I wanted was to burden them with the complexities of their Father’s presence. I needed to handle this delicately, to protect them from the storm I could feel brewing on

of them. “But he’s not someone who’s important to our lives right now. What matters is that we’re safe and

of curiosity and concern, his young mind clearly not satisfied with

squeezed my hand, her innocent trust was obvious. “Yeah,

though my heart was heavy with the truth I could not fully disclose. “I’m sure. We don’t need to worry about him. Let’s focus on making this place feel like home. We have

eyes lingered on me, clearly unconvinced but willing to accept my reassurance for now.

here, disrupting the fragile peace I had worked so hard

edge of the bed, the weight of my children’s questions pressed heavily upon me. I tried to maintain my composure, but beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. Ethan and

mine, I was reminded of the man

10.18 PM

Chapter 6

against the odds and without his support. The betrayal still stung. The way Alex had discarded me, his remorseless decision to choose someone else over me, left scars that seemed to

They had flourished in the life I had built for them–one of stability, love, and security. I believed that continuing to keep Alex out of their lives was in their best interest. His wealth and power meant nothing compared

was particularly sensitive and perceptive. His questions

done. I needed to ensure that our business expansion continued without interruption. With a determined stride, I reached