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.”

a nerve

my hand from his grip. It wasn’t tight but was firm enough to

that we divorced five years ago, and now you

able to control my rage. “The kids

shifted from anger to fake curiosity. He leaned closer, dropping his smirk. “Who is

truth was caught in my throat, trapped between my need to

spun on my heel, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of Alex’s question. I needed to distance myself from him, from this tangled mess of emotions. My heart pounded in my chest as I took quick,

knife. “You expect me to believe that? I’ve seen how much Ethan and

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

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

to know me”

scream at him, to tell 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!”

attention to where I was going. My foot caught on a loose piece of debris, and

me back, his strong presence anchoring me. I was startled by his sudden proximity, my

going,” he said, his voice low and steady.

10:18 PM c

Chapter 9

my face flushed with embarrassment and irritation.

etched in his features.

unable to mask my disdain. “I don’t want you near

and infuriating. My heart felt like it was about to burst from my chest, memories of the