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?”

could respond, Emma darted into the room, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mom, Ethan’s right! The man at the airport–he looked

though I could feel the unease settling in my chest. “Sometimes people just look

belied his age. “But Morn, it felt like more than a coincidence. Why did

vigorously, her eyes wide.

was to burden them with the complexities of their Father’s presence. I needed to handle this delicately, to

of them. “But he’s not someone who’s important to our

face was of curiosity and concern, his young mind clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Are you sure he’s

innocent trust

truth I could not fully disclose. “I’m sure. We don’t need

on me, clearly unconvinced but willing to accept my reassurance for now. Emma’s eyes, though still wide with curiosity,

returned to their toys, their chatter about the mysterious man continued in whispers. I watched them, my mind racing with the realization that the past was not just behind me–it was here, disrupting the fragile peace I had worked so hard to build. The man from the airport was not just a ghost from my past; he was a living, breathing complication I needed

onto the 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 Emma were still playing, their innocent chatter now punctuated by the occasional puzzled glance my way. Their curiosity about the man at the airport had opened a door I desperately

locked onto mine, I was reminded of

10.18 PM

Chapter 6

alone, 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 flare up with every

from the reality of their father. 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

Ethan was particularly sensitive and perceptive. His questions had already shown

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