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.

when are we going to see Daddy? We really want to visit him

“We’ve been

“But Mommy, you said we could

was clear that no amount of

I said, resigning. “We’ll go see him today. But we have to finish up

up with excitement. I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm, even though a

garments. I made my selections, preparing to head out with

she said,

for the visit. I’m not

bags. Ethan and Emma chattered excitedly about our planned visit to their father, their energy

and flawless makeup screamed celebrity, but it was the

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it. She strode over with an air of arrogance, her gaze fixed

in town. Or should I say, I didn’t know Alex’s ex–wife could afford such expensive taste. And with those-” she sneered, pointing at

faces fell, confusion and hurt evident. Ethan stepped forward, his small frame brimming with defiance. “That’s not nice! You don’t talk about

with anger, “Yeah! You’re just

teeth, “if you have

eyes narrowed. “Keep yourself and your illegitimate children away from Alex,” she snapped. “He’s moved on. It’s about time you did

our lives,” I said, my voice steady despite my anger. “You’re the one who caused all this mess, and

drawn the attention of passersby, and I could see Bianca’s frustration building. She flicked her fingers,