Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

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Chapter 16

Alexander POV

As I entered my penthouse, the weight of the day pressed heavily on my shoulders. The scene with Christiana replayed in my mind like a unending loop. The hurt in her eyes, the harsh words she threw at me–it all felt like a punch to the gut. I had seen Christiana vulnerable, and the sight was a sharp reminder of what I had lost.

I shrugged off the pizza delivery uniform, tossing it onto the floor as if it were the source of my pain. The act of removing it felt symbolic, a way to shed the façade I had worn to see my children. I was ng to be someone I wasn’t, and it had only compounded my regrets.

I moved to my closet, changing into my gym wear with a clenched jaw. The physical routine of it was comforting, an attempt to regain some semblance of control. As I slipped on my gym clothes, I couldn’t shake the image of Christiana’s anguished face, nor the revelation that I had children–twins, Ethan and Emma.

in

my

The past five years had been an endless grind, a struggle to forget her, to move on with Bianca. But now, with Christiana back

life, those feelings had resurfaced with a vengeance. I felt like a fool, having pushed her away when all needed was to hold on a little longer. The pain of divorce and the years of trying to rebuild myself seemed trivial compared to the agony of knowing what I had lost..

I headed to the gym, my mind was of regret and frustration. The echo of my footsteps on the marble floor was a harsh reminder of the emptiness that lingered despite my success. My personal gym was a sanctuary, but tonight it felt like a battlebeld.

As I approached the punching bag. I could hear Christiana’s voice again–her accusations, her anger. I let out a roar of frustration, my fist slamming into the bag with a force that shook my entire body. Each punch was a release of the pent–up regret and sorrow that had accumulated over the years.

I do it?” I muttered through gritted teeth, each strike

gasps of breath. My guards and maids, accustomed to my routines, kept their

at this moment, I felt utterly powerless. The realization of my mistakes, the missed opportunities with Christiana, and the chance to be

me. I was haunted by what might have been, by the life I could have had if only I had been more patient, more understanding. And now, as I fought to let out my anguish. I could only hope that someday I might find a way to make amends, even if it meant fighting my own

process.

the punching bag had left me drenched in sweat, but my mind was far from calm. I was in the midst of my own private storm when my phone chimed, cutting through the chaos. I stopped, my heart racing as I

only intensified my inner conflict. The first was a snapshot of her on the beach, her body in a bikini, framed by the sun and sea. She looked stunning, radiant even, but as I scrolled, a pang

natural backdrops–a picturesque contrast to the turmoil in my heart. Each photo was accompanied by cheerful captions, but I found myself unable to appreciate

beautiful. She always had been. But as I stared at the images, my feelings for her seemed to dissolve like mist under the morning sun. The more I looked, the more I

on the screen. I considered answering, but the weight of the day’s revelations made me hesitate. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation, not with her, not right now. I needed to sort through my feelings, confront the mess I had made of

ringing fading into the background as I walked away. The gym’s cold, artificial lights felt too harsh

Chapter 16

the kids again, to be near them and perhaps make

a slap. My mind was fixated on the kids, on Christiana, and the aching regret that seemed to follow me like a shadow. The future was uncertain, but I knew

did little to ease the turmoil inside me as I strode back to my penthouse. Once inside, I flung my gym bag aside and grabbed my phone from the bench. I dialed James, my PA,

firm and audible, “I need

voice was

expansive windows framed. the city skyline, but tonight, the view felt distant and irrelevant. “Set

There was