Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 9

Christiana’s POV

I finally managed to rein in my emotions, my breath steadying as I faced Alex. His cold smirk still lingered, making my blood run cold. I forced myself to maintain a facade of calming and asked, “Who told you the kids were yours?”

Alex’s eyes remained steady, unblinking “I know they’re mine.”

I tried to keep my voice even, though it quivered with the effort. “The kids aren’t yours. Get that out of your head.”

A flash of anger crossed Alex’s face as he countered, “The kids are mine. They look exactly like me–especially Ethan. And Emma,

My mouth fell open in shock. He knew their names? How deep had he dug? A suffocating silence enveloped us, the kind that makes every second feel like an eternity. Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath, eyes flicking between Alex and

1. me.

I turned away from him, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I needed to escape, to find a place to breathe because things were happening too fast.

But Alex’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. “You planned to hide my kids from me?”

I spun back around, facing him. “For Pete’s sake, the kids aren’t yours. Stop being delusional and stay the hell away from me.”

He moved swiftly, catching my wrist with a firm grip. His eyes bore into mine, his gaze fiem. “The only person who is delusional here is you, Christiana. Lying that those kids aren’t mine.”

struck a

but

“How is it possible that we divorced five years ago, and now you have five–year–old

ground my teeth, barely able to control my rage. “The kids

anger to fake curiosity. He leaned closer, dropping his smirk.

opened my mouth, but no words came out. The truth was caught in my throat, trapped between

from this tangled mess of emotions. My heart pounded in my chest as I took quick, angry steps away from him. “The kids have a different father,” I lied, trying to

expect me to believe that? I’ve seen how much

I continued walking, my steps quickening. “Leave me alone, Alex. The kids

more insistent. “You can’t shut me out like this. I’m their father.

to know me”

hurt me and how his presence was a constant reminder of a past I wanted to leave behind. But I couldn’t let him see how much his words

caught up in our argument that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. My foot caught on a loose piece of debris, and I

tightly. He pulled me back, his strong presence anchoring me. I was startled by his sudden proximity, my heart racing from both the scare and the shock

where you’re going,” he said, his voice

10:18 PM c

Chapter 9

my arm away from him, my face flushed with embarrassment and irritation. “I don’t need your help,

in his features. “I just

don’t want

on me as I stormed toward the garage. His voice trailed after me, persistent and infuriating. My heart felt like it was about