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?”

her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mom, Ethan’s right! The man at the airport–he

heart racing. I forced a calm smile, though I could feel the unease settling in my chest. “Sometimes

his father’s, were searching mine with a depth that belied his age. “But Morn, it felt like more than a

wide. “Yeah, Morn! Who is

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

I said softly, kneeling in front of them. “But he’s not someone who’s important to our lives right now. What matters is that

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

her innocent trust

forced a reassuring smile, though my heart was heavy with the truth I could not fully disclose. “I’m sure. We don’t

willing to accept my reassurance

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 to

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

was reminded of the man who had

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Chapter 6

children 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 reminder of his presence. Seeing him again was like opening

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 to

stirred up anxiety. I knew Ethan was particularly sensitive and perceptive. His questions had already shown that he wasn’t easily placated, and

and refocus. There was work to be done. I needed to ensure that our business expansion continued without interruption. With a determined stride, I reached for