Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 18

Christiana’s POV

The next day, I decided to meet Alex on my own. No bodyguards, no entourage–just me and my determination to see what was so urgent that he had to reach out. I chose a sleek, navy–blue dress that flowed elegantly with each step I took. My hair was pinned up in a neat bun, and I wore minimal makeup. I wanted to exude calm authority, an opposite to the wide range of emotions Alex stirred in me.

I arrived at the café, a quaint spot nestled near the park, and my gaze immediately found him. Alex was seated at a corner table, engrossed in his iPad, his back straight and posture commanding. The soft hum of the café barely registered as I walked towards him, the memories of our past flashing through my mind with every step. We had once been in love, planning a future together. Now, the mere sight of him filled me with a cold defachment that was almost liberating. The thin line between love and hate had never been clearer.

As I approached, I watched him look up. Our eyes locked, and he looked stunned, almost as if he’d been expecting this encounter for too long. I could see the shock in his face and the mixture of apprehension and hope in his eyes. It only made me feel more resolved, more detached.

I reached the table and took a seat without waiting for an invitation. “This better be worth my time,” I said, my voice cold and deliberate,

Alex’s gaze never wavered from mine as he composed himself. “Thank you for coming,” he began, his voice steady. “I wanted to discuss the arrangements I’ve made regarding the children’s safety and well–being.”

Alex took a deep breath and began outlining what he had planned for the kids. His eyes stayed locked on mine, his tone steady and measured.

“I’ve arranged for enhanced security measures,” Alex said, his voice calm. “This includes a private security team that will monitor the premises around the clock. I’ve also hired additional staff to ensure their safety both at home and when they’re

He continued, his hands moving to emphasize his points. “There will be a dedicated team to handle their daily needs. This includes a personal tutor to help with their schooling, a therapist to provide emotional support, and a recreational coordinator to make sure they have activities they enjoy.”

I watched him, trying to keep my anger in check. “And what else?” I asked, my voice cold. “Is that all?”

This fund will cover their education,

telling me you’ve arranged for all this as if you’re buying their happiness? Is that

secure and stable

voice, but it didn’t ease the sting of his past actions. “And this is supposed to make everything okay?” I asked, my tone incredulous. “You think you can just waltz back into our lives

be there for them, and for you. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I want to show you that I’m

and I struggled to maintain my composure. His determination was clear, but so was the deep hurt he had caused. I needed to hear more, to understand what exactly he was hoping for. But at that moment, I felt overwhelmed by the weight of

my frustration. “Is that all

turned serious. “There’s more,” he said, his voice carrying an underlying tension. “I want us to get back

a thunderstorm. My heart raced with disbelief and anger. “Are you out of your mind?”

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Chapter 18

a harsh whisper

said, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want us back

narrowing. “You want us to be together again after everything you did? After you

sorry. I’ve realized what I lost. I still have feelings for you. I want to fix things, to make amends Please, give

you

splashed across his face, causing gasps from nearby

really think a few apologies will erase the heartbreak?” I shouted, my voice rising. The cold divorce? The five years of torment and pain? You want to waltz back