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.

trying to worm your way into their lives like you have a right to be here. You weren’t even there for them, and now you think you can just pop in and

uniform, carried himself with a powerful presence. “I had to see them,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an edge. “And don’t act like

earlier, to see her. She tried to bribe me with money, to buy her way into my children’s lives as

do that,” he

snapped, my voice dripping with contempt. “And now you’re here, making a mockery of the 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

and he straightened, his powerful aura momentarily slipping through the façade of the delivery

get to undo the past with a pizza uniform and a

his eyes. I was done with his games and manipulations. I had to protect my children from the disruptions he brought, and I wouldn’t let

shot out, gripping my wrist. His touch was unexpected, and I jerked back, glaring

but I cut him off with a sharp, incredulous

just stroll back into our lives? Why do you think you can waltz back into my children’s lives

But I wasn’t interested in hearing it. “You think you can just make up for everything with a pathetic

Chapter 15

a fury that burned hotter than any flame. His expression shifted, and I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes,