Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 17

Christiana’s POV,

As I watched my children dart around the big foyer of our new mansion, their excitement was obvious. The grand entrance hall was filled with the sound of their joyous shouts, echoing off the marble floors and high ceilings. The mansion was a far cry from the cozy, albeit cramped, house we had left behind. This place was a testament to everything I’d worked for, and it was designed with both my tastes and the children’s needs in mind.

“Look, Mom! This room is hugel” Emma squealed, her voice reverberating through the house as she and Ethan explored their new bedrooms.

“Wow, it’s bigger than our old house!” Ethan shouted back, his eyes wide with awe as he examined his new playroom

I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. The mansion had everything they could dream of–play areas, a large backyard, and even a custom–designed treehouse. It was everything I had envisioned for them, a place where they could grow and thrive. I had overseen every detail, from the vibrant, child–friendly décor to the state–of–the–art security systems.

As the children raced past me, I noticed the bodyguards stationed discreetly throughout the house. Their presence was a necessary precaution, but I appreciated their silent efficiency. The maids bustled around, ensuring that everything was in perfect order as we settled in.

“Ms Davis, is there anything else you need?” one of the maids asked, her tone polite and professional.

I shook my head, giving her a reassuring smile. “No, everything looks perfect. Thank you. Just make sure the kids have everything they need, and keep an eye on them. I want to make sure they’re comfortable in their new home.”

The maid nodded and moved away, leaving me to watch my children’s excitement. But beneath the surface of my calm demeanor, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Alex. His unexpected visit yesterday had thrown me for a loop. Dressed in that ridiculous pizza uniform, he had somehow managed to sneak into our lives once more. It was clear he had seen the kids, and they had recognized him immediately. Yet, their silence about the encounter was troubling.

“Mom, come see this!” Emma’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

I followed her down the hallway, my mind still racing. We reached the playroom, where Ethan was already engrossed in his new toys, Emma stood by the window, her face lit up with joy.

“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” I said, trying to mask the concern I felt. “I wanted to make sure you both had a space that you could enjoy.”

shouted, his excitement

or disguised, had left me unsettled. The fact that he had managed to see the kids without

feeling of unease. The mansion was everything I had hoped for, a new beginning for my family. Yet, Alex’s visit had cast a shadow over what should have been a purely joyful occasion. The kids were happy, and that was what

were overjoyed, and the future seemed bright. But in the back of my mind, Alex’s presence lingered, a reminder of a past

racing from room to room, their laughter filling the new mansion with a lively energy. I was in

I said, trying

is James, Alex Alistair’s personal assistant,” came the calm, authoritative voice on the other

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Chapter 17

already dreading the conversation. “Yes, what is

some important updates, James continued, his tone steady. “He wishes to discuss matters concerning

irritation flared. “I have no interest in anything Alex has to say. We’re moving on with our lives, and

Ms Davis. However, Mr. Alistair has made significant arrangements that are directly relevant to you and the children. It would be

stay calm.

James explained. “Mr. Alistair is committed to ensuring their well–being

a beat at the mention of security. “Why

believed it best to have his assistant relay the information to ensure clarity

see why I should meet with him. If he has something to say, he can send it

that direct communication is necessary for this matter. He wants to address any concerns you might have in person and ensure that all

“I’m not sure if I want to meet him. I’ve moved