Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 21

Christiana’s POV

The boutique was a sanctuary of elegance, its pristine white walls designed with dazzling displays of high fashion. As I walked in, the shop’s atmosphere shifted instantly from casual to a couture runway, my bodyguards flanking me and my personal assistant, Grace, at my side. The salesgirls, dressed in sleek uniforms, were already buzzing around, eager to showcase the latest designs.

The first dress was a shimmering silver gown with a plunging neckline. I stepped out of the fitting room, the fabric flowing gracefully around me. Ethan and Emma, perched on a velvet sofa, eyed me critically.

“Wow, Mommy, you look like a princess!” Emma exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Ethan, however, scrunched up his face. “I don’t like it. It’s too shiny. Can you get something with more color?”

I laughed softly, twirling to let them get a full view. “Alright, let’s see what else we have!

A salesgirl rushed in with a rack of new dresses. “Next, we have this elegant emerald green dress. It’s perfect for an evening event. She held up a stunning gown with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt.

I slipped into the emerald dress, feeling its luxurious fabric against my skin. When I stepped out, Emma clapped her hands in delight. “This one’s my favorite, Mommy!”

Ethan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, this one’s nice. It’s not too shiny and the color’s pretty.”

We moved on to the next round of dresses–a vibrant red cocktail dress and a sleek black evening gown. I modeled each one, letting the kids give their verdicts. Their opinions, though honest and unfiltered, were a relief. At least I knew my choices weren’t being judged solely by the high fashion standards of the boutique.

As the day carried on, the boutique became filled with fabric swatches and design choices. Salesgirls hurried to and fro, bringing out garments in every conceivable style and color. My mind, however, was of stress and frustration, mostly because of the constant chatter from Ethan and Emma about their father.

her most persuasive tone, tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy, when are we going

ignore the persistent requests. “We’ve been through

of determination. “But Mommy, you said we could see him soon. We’ve waited so long.

was clear that no amount of designer dresses could outweigh my

resigning. “We’ll go see him today. But

help but smile at their enthusiasm, even though a part

flurry of activity as the salesgirls packed up the remaining garments. I made my selections, preparing to head out with Ethan and Emma in tow. Grace, my assistant, caught my

said, noting

replied. “We need to get ready for

Emma chattered excitedly about our planned visit to their father, their energy evident. I was just about to open

assistant, and a few others. Her designer outfit and flawless makeup screamed celebrity, but it was the haughty expression on her face that really caught my attention. My jaw tightened. Of all people,

Chapter 21

trying to ignore her, but Bianca wasn’t having it. She strode over with an air of

Bianca said, her voice dripping with condescension. “I didn’t realize you were still in town. Or should I say, I didn’t know Alex’s ex–wife could afford such expensive taste. And with

his small frame brimming with defiance. “That’s not nice! You don’t talk

added, her voice trembling with anger, “Yeah! You’re just

felt a surge of protective rage, but I tried to keep my composure. “Bianca,” I said through gritted teeth, “if you have at problem with me, you can take it up with me alone. These kids have

your illegitimate children away from Alex,” she snapped.

see red. “You don’t get to dictate who’s in or out of our lives,” I said, my voice steady despite my anger. “You’re

had drawn the attention of passersby, and I could see Bianca’s frustration building. She flicked her fingers, and her bodyguards started to move forward. “Teach her a lesson,” she ordered, her voice