Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 7

Alexander POV,

The grand entrance to my mansion welcomed me with its usual elegance and vastness–a line of polished marble floors leading to the magnificent foyer where my staff awaited.

The clatter of fine china and the murmur of busy servants filled the air, a reminder of the world I occupied. The house was alive with activity: bodyguards stationed protectively, butlers moving with care and respect, and maids ensuring every surface gleamed. The atmosphere was one of controlled luxury, a show of affluence that I had come to accept as my reality.

As I walked through the grand hallway, my mother’s stern voice echoed in my mind. She had been waiting for me, as she always did when I returned from business trips. Her expectations were as grand as the mansion itself, and today would be no different. I sighed, mentally preparing myself for another of her persistent lectures.

We gathered for lunch in the dining room–a space that radiated elegance with its lavish decor, crystal chandeliers, and an enormous mahogany table. As usual, the room was a parade of exquisite dishes and impeccable service. Maids flitted in and out, placing course after course on the table, their movements synchronized like a well–rehearsed ballet.

Seated at the head of the table, my mother awaited me with a regal composure. Her eyes, sharp and observing, followed my every movement as I took my seat opposite her. I barely touched my plate, the rich aromas of the meal completely lost on me as my mind lingered on the encounter at the airport.

“So, Alexander, my mother began, her voice smooth yet edged with impatience. “It’s been five years since your engagement to Bianca. I was hoping that by now, we’d be discussing wedding preparations and the thought of grandchildren. Eve waited long enough. Time is slipping away.”

I sighed heavily, stirring my food absentmindedly. “Mother, Bianca’s not ready for children yet. She’s still deeply invested in her career. She wants to enjoy her success before considering a family”

Her brow furrowed, clearly displeased. “Is that so? Five years ago, you left that wretched woman Christiana because she couldn’t bear you children, and now you’re with someone who doesn’t want them? How can you be so patient?”

My jaw tightened at the mention of Christiana. It was a painful reminder of a chapter I wished to leave behind. I glanced down at my plate, the weight of my silence pressing heavily on me.

Finally, I broke, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Mother, there’s something I need to tell you. Christiana is back in the city”

Surely, she’s a beggar by now. If she dares

maintain my composure. “Actually, Christiana has done quite well for herself. She’s a wealthy businesswoman now. Built her wealth from the

She must have slept her way to the top or stolen from someone. There’s no

Mother. Christiana would never do such things. She’s

face twisted with contempt. “Why are we even discussing this barren witch? Why give her any

the final blow. “Christiana.. She has children now. Twins. They’re

wide with incredulity. “Children? Are you

laden with emotion. “The children are hers. It turns out they’re also mine. She was pregnant when we divorced. The

My mother’s face was

to process the news. “How is this possible?” she asked, her voice quivering, “You were preparing the divorce papers. You had no

below the surface. “I slept with her one last

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when she got

to skepticism. “Are you absolutely sure these children are yours? How can you

her gaze steadily. “They

shock, her face was of anger and incredulity. Before she could respond, my

trusted employees. I excused myself from the table, trying

voice on the other end was urgent. “Sir, I have some bad news. The building we were interested in–the one on Main

set on the location I planned to use for a major expansion. The idea of losing it was infuriating. I could feel my anger

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