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.

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

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

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

eyes widened in surprise, his smirk fading. “I had no idea my mother tried to do that,” he admitted, his voice tinged with genuine shock. “She never mentioned anything

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

through the façade of the delivery uniform. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to see my

“Save it. I’m not interested in hearing your half–hearted apologies or explanations. You don’t get to undo the past with a pizza uniform and a few smiles. You left us. You lost your right to be a

could 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

hand shot out, gripping my wrist. His touch was unexpected, and I jerked back, glaring at him. His eyes were desperate, but I

cut him off with

echoing in the quiet hallway. “Please explain why you thought you could just stroll back into our lives? Why do you think you can

But I wasn’t interested in hearing it. “You think you 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

Chapter 15

flame. His expression shifted, and I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but I didn’t care. He needed to understand the full