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.

each strike punctuating

were accompanied by the harsh gasps of breath. My guards and maids, accustomed to my routines,

utterly powerless. The realization of my mistakes, the

punching bag, the anger and regret consumed 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

process.

on 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

first was a snapshot of her on the beach, her body in a bikini, framed

the turmoil in my heart. Each photo was accompanied by cheerful captions, but I found myself unable to appreciate them. “Living my best life!” read

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 realized how distant I felt from her.

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

background as I walked away. The gym’s cold, artificial lights felt too harsh now, as though they highlighted my internal turmoil. I

Chapter 16

to see the kids again, to be near them

that seemed to follow me like a shadow. The future was uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I needed

Once inside, I flung my gym bag aside and grabbed my phone from the bench. I dialed James, my PA, feeling the urgency of my

and audible, “I need you to handle

voice was steady, his tone reflecting his

of my living room. The expansive windows framed. the city skyline, but tonight, the view felt distant and irrelevant. “Set it

There was