Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 32

Christiana’s POV

The cold, sterile atmosphere of the law office felt like a prelude to the war that was about to begin. I wasn’t surprised when I received the invitation to meet Alex’s mother and her legal team. In fact, I’d been expecting it.

Margret Alistair was many things, but subtle was not one of them. I arrived prepared, dressed in my sharpest business suit, showing the confidence of a woman who had fought her battles and earned her scars.

As I entered the meeting room, I saw her sitting there with her team, her posture stiff and regal, eyes sharp as daggers. Next to her sat Alex, his face blank, a mask of indifference that only fueled the anger bubbling inside me. He hadn’t even the decency to look me in the eye. Typical.

Margret was the first to speak, her tone clipped and icy. “Christiana, thank you for coming. We won’t waste time. We’re here to discuss the children.”

“The children?”

Margret leaned forward, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as if she was trying to keep some semblance of patience. “Yes, the children. Ethan and Emma. As you’re aware, they carry the Alistair name. We have grounds to believe they would be better off under Alex’s care, where they would have the resources, upbringing, and stability they deserve.

my shoulders and kept my tone level. “Stability? You mean the same “stability‘

her hand dismissively. “That was five years ago. The past is irrelevant. What matters now is that Alex

like trash. after taking vows that were supposed to mean something? Let me make this clear, Margret, I

eyes, but I ignored it. He had his chance to speak up years ago, and he

running a business; they need more than just your attention. They need security, legacy,

have.” My voice was firm, my eyes locked on hers with a fierce determination. “I gave them everything they needed when no one else did. When Alex called me barren, two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. I carried those twins alone, with no help from anyone. I gave birth alone. I raised them, alone, while your precious son was off living his best life

you

bitter laugh that escaped my lips. “You’re delusional, Margret, if you think I’ll hand over my kids just because you’ve decided you want them in your perfect Alistair world. You didn’t care about me when kicking me out, and certainly don’t care about those kids now, because they’re a part of me. This is about control, about proving you can win, but I’m not the same woman you and Alex trampled over years ago. I’ve fought too hard and come

silence, his voice low, but the tension in the room was palpable. “Christiana, this isn’t a fight. We’re just trying to

him off sharply. “You walked away. You chose a life without me. You don’t get

“Enough of this nonsense,” she snapped. “Those children deserve to be raised

I scoffed, my voice laced with coldness. “You mean the same way

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me out. But here’s the thing. Margret: you didn’t break me then, and you sure as hell aren’t going to break me now. I’m their mother, and no legal team