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 nerve

from his grip. It wasn’t tight but was firm enough to assert his dominance.

it possible that we divorced five

my teeth, barely able to control

fake curiosity. He leaned closer, dropping his smirk. “Who

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

emotions. My heart pounded in my chest as I took quick, angry steps away from him. “The kids

tension like a knife. “You expect me to believe that? I’ve

look back as I continued walking, my steps quickening. “Leave me alone, Alex. The kids are

my pace effortlessly, his voice growing more insistent. “You can’t shut

to know me”

him how much he had 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 affected me. “Get the hell away from me!” I shot back,

I was going. My foot caught on a loose piece of debris, and I stumbled forward. Panic surged through me as I felt myself lose

gripping my arm 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

his voice low and

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Chapter 9

my arm away from him, my face flushed with embarrassment and irritation. “I

frowned, concern etched in his features.

at him, unable to mask my disdain. “I don’t want you near me or my

His voice trailed after me, persistent and infuriating. My heart felt like it was about to burst from my chest, memories