Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 20

Bianca’s POV

Sitting in the plush vanity chair, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the makeup artist dabbing foundation on my face. The world outside was a blur of bright lights and camera flashes, but inside this room, the chaos was a personal storm that I couldn’t ignore. The news had hit me like a sledgehammer–Christiana was back in town, and she had kids with Alex

I couldn’t believe it. How had I missed this? My fingers clenched into tight fists, nails digging into my palms as I tried to control the rising tide of frustration. I knew Alex had an ex–wife, but twins? Twins that he only just discovered? My mind raced, and I could feel the pulse of anger in my temples.

“Bianca, just a little more powder,” the makeup artist said, her voice trembling slightly. I didn’t even acknowledge her, my eyes fixed on the far wall. I could hear the whispers and shuffling of my team in the background, their anxiety evident.

“Did you hear about the kids?” I demanded, turning abruptly. My voice was sharp, causing the makeup artist to flinch. She nodded hesitantly, trying to maintain her composure.

“They’re twins,” I snapped, my voice rising. Twins that Alex is just finding out about now. How could he keep this from me? How could I not know!”

The panic in my team was almost comical. “We’re almost done, Bianca,” one of the stylists said, attempting to keep the atmosphere calm. But I was beyond caring about calm. I could feel the weight of Alex slipping through my fingers; the very essence of my control slipping away.

“I can’t stand this!” I yelled, my frustration boiling over. My voice echoed off the walls of the dressing room, and the makeup. artist’s hand wobbled as she applied the finishing touches. The team scrambled, their fear of me evident in their wide eyes and hurried movements.

The thought of Alex reuniting with Christiana, of them getting closer to their children, was unbearable. If Alex got involved with the twins, it could rekindle his feelings for Christiana, I could already see the headlines: *Alex and Christiana–The Family Reunion“. It was a nightmare.

you need to calm down,” one of my assistants said, her voice strained. “We’ve got the shoot

everything I’ve

could see their faces–worried, fearful of my outburst. They rushed to adjust my dress, fix my hair, and make sure I was ready for the shoot. They

on the task ahead. The advert and the photoshoot were important, but they felt insignificant compared to the storm brewing

persona felt like a thin veil over the turmoil inside me. I was a star, but right now, I was also a jealous fiancée struggling

I said tersely, trying to mask my rage. “And make sure nothing goes wrong.

trying to force a smile for the cameras. But inside, I was a tempest–my mind whirling with thoughts of Christiana, the

nothing could mask the frustration I felt inside. The camera’s click had done nothing to erase the storm raging in my head. As soon as the final shot was done, I retreated to the quiet of my dressing room, my

Alex’s number again, the dial tone a non–stop reminder of his silence. Each ring felt like a jab to my already raw nerves. Finally, voicemail. Again. My temper flared, and I slammed the phone down

I muttered, pacing back and forth. “How many times do I have to call before you

Chapter 20

let these damn kids come between

he did last time. It was infuriating. We’d been together for five years. Five years of him putting up with my demands,

the corner where my assistant, Gabe, was busy organizing my things. He looked up, sensing the

mood.

argument. “I need you to find out everything you can about Christiana and those damn kids. I want to know their schedules, their habits, everything. I need to know how to handle this. I need to make