Dear ex-Wife please be mine again
Chapter 16
COMMENT
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.
it?” I muttered through gritted teeth, each strike punctuating my
my punches were accompanied by the harsh gasps of breath. My guards and maids,
was a powerful billionaire, yet at this moment, I felt utterly powerless. The realization of my mistakes, the missed opportunities with Christiana, and the chance to be
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 my anguish. I could only hope that someday I might find a way to make amends, even if it meant fighting my own demons
process.
of my own private storm
were filled with images that 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
photo was accompanied by cheerful captions, but I found myself unable to appreciate them. “Living my best life!” read
morning sun. The more I looked, the more I realized how distant I felt from her. My thoughts kept circling back
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
as I walked away. The gym’s cold, artificial lights felt too harsh now, as though they highlighted my internal turmoil. I needed to
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see the kids again, to be near them and perhaps
and into the night, the cool air hitting my face like 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 one thing for sure: I needed to confront my past and make things
inside, I flung my gym bag aside and grabbed my phone from the bench. I dialed James, my PA, feeling the urgency of my thoughts crystallize into a concrete plan. The phone rang twice before James’s
my voice firm and audible, “I need
was steady,
you to arrange a meeting with Christiana,” I said, pacing the length of my living room. The expansive windows framed. the city skyline, but tonight, the view felt distant and irrelevant. “Set it
There was
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