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?”

with excitement.

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

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

her eyes wide. “Yeah,

with the complexities of their Father’s

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

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

my hand, her innocent trust was obvious. “Yeah, Mom. Are you

“I’m sure. We don’t need to worry about him. Let’s focus on making this place feel like home. We have each other, and

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

not just behind me–it was here, disrupting the fragile peace I had worked so hard to build.

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

onto mine, I was reminded of the

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Chapter 6

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 a wound that had never

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

knew Ethan was particularly sensitive and perceptive. His questions had already shown that he wasn’t easily placated, and if Alex’s presence became a recurring theme, it

forced myself to push aside these troubling thoughts 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 my phone and dialed my P.A..