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.

voice sent a cold shiver down my spine, but I squared my shoulders and kept my tone level. “Stability? You mean the same “stability‘ Alex offered when he walked away from me? When he decided his life with his new fiancée was more

is irrelevant. What matters now is that Alex has reconsidered, and we believe the

mean the one that labeled me barren and worthless? The family that discarded me like trash. after taking vows that were supposed to mean something? Let me make this clear, Margret, I

a flicker of something in Alex’s eyes, but I ignored it. He had his chance to speak up years ago,

the children. You’re a single mother running a business; they need more than just your attention. They need security, legacy, and

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

you

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

room was palpable. “Christiana, this isn’t a fight. We’re just

on what’s best for them, Alex,” I cut him off sharply. “You walked away. You chose a life without me. You don’t get to stroll back

the flash of anger in her eyes. “Enough of this nonsense,” she snapped. “Those children deserve to be raised with dignity, not in some underdog story you’ve painted for yourself. Alex is their father, and he has the right

them?” I scoffed, my voice laced with coldness. “You mean the same way you “guided” him into divorcing me?

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never wanted me in your family, and you did everything in your power to push 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