Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 15

Christiana’s POV.

The sight of Alex, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform, standing so close to my children was infuriating. When the nanny’s call came through, trembling as she described a man who looked too much like their father, I dropped everything at the renovation site and ordered my driver to take me back to the hotel suite. Now, seeing him in the flesh, attempting to slip into my kids‘ lives under the guise of a delivery man, was unbearable.

The kids looked up at me with wide eyes, their curiosity evident. Ethan’s gaze shifted between Alex and me, while Emma, clutching her stuffed bunny, seemed both cautious and intrigued. It was clear they were comfortable with him, which only stoked my anger further.

“Ethan, Emma,” I said firmly, my voice laced with irritation. “Go play in the other room. I need to speak with Mr. Delivery Man privately.”

Ethan’s brow furrowed. “Are you and Mr. Pizza going to have a fight?”

Emma’s eyes were glued to me, her expression was of worry and curiosity.

“No, nothing like that,” I said, forcing a calm tone. “Just a brief conversation. I’ll explain everything to you later.”

Alex gave me a smirk, that all–too–familiar confident smirk that had always grated on my nerves. He followed me out of the room with an air of entitlement, his posture rigid and defiant despite the ridiculous uniform.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice cold and rude. “You show up dressed as a pizza guy, trying to worm your way into their lives like you

his voice steady but laced with an edge. “And don’t act like you have control over

to see her. She tried to bribe me with money, to buy her way into my children’s lives as if they were some commodity. I told her exactly what I thought of her offer and your part in it. You’re not here to fix anything, you’re here to

my mother tried to do that,” he admitted, his voice tinged with genuine shock. “She never mentioned anything about

situation by showing up as a pizza delivery guy. If you think you can just waltz back into their lives without facing the reality of what you did, you’re

façade of the delivery uniform. “I’m not here

the past with a pizza uniform and

see the hurt in his eyes. I was done with his games and manipulations. I had to protect my children from the disruptions he brought, and I

encounter, Alex’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist. His touch was unexpected, and I jerked back, glaring at him. His eyes were desperate, but I had no intention of listening to

I cut him off

back into our

can just make up for everything with a pathetic stunt like this? You left me to suffer, thinking I was barren. And now you come here, not even bothering to

Chapter 15

flame. His expression shifted, and I saw a flicker of hurt in his