Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 33

Alexander POV.

My head was pounding like a jackhammer, the aftereffects of too much whiskey and bad decisions. The hangover clung to me like a fog, making everything blur at the edges. I sat on the couch, replaying every moment of the meeting earlier today, and with each memory, my regret twisted deeper like a knife.

What the hell was I thinking? How did I let this happen?

It all started with that phone call. I should’ve known better than to answer my mother when I was still half–drunk and disoriented. But when she called that afternoon, insisting I show up to discuss something urgent with the legal team, I dragged myself there, thinking it was some business–related nonsense. Never in a million years did I expect to sit in that room and see Christiana walking in, ready to go to war.

The moment our eyes met, I knew. I knew she thought I was in on it, that I had planned this ambush. The hurt and fury in her eyes said it all. And the worst part? I couldn’t even explain myself, couldn’t even get the words out, because the reality was I didn’t even know what the hell was happening until I got there. I couldn’t face her. I couldn’t meet her gaze because I knew what she was thinking–that I was just as cold, calculating, and manipulative as my mother. But I wasn’t. At least, I didn’t want

to be.

“Christiana, this isn’t a fight,” I’d tried saying, desperate to get her away from that toxic atmosphere, away from the legal vultures my mother had surrounded herself with. I wanted to take her somewhere we could actually talk, where I could explain that this wasn’t my doing. But she shut me down so fast, my words died in my

throat.

slicing through me when she gave a

in the past, all the ways I’d hurt her, they came crashing down on me at that moment. But now, with this mess, she’ll never believe it wasn’t my plan. Why would she? Especially after I told her I’d be in the kids‘ lives no matter what. Now she’ll think I’ve teamed up with my mother to rip them away from

the empty room, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the self–loathing burning inside me. I never wanted this. I never wanted to hurt her again. But now, because of my mother’s scheming and my own stupidity

the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. My mother strode in like she owned the

laced with irritation. “I assume you’re going to thank me for taking the

back, standing up to face her. “Are you out of your mind, Mother? I told you to stay out of my business with Christiana and the kids! I thought

arms, her expression hardening. “I’m not interfering. I’m doing what you’re too weak to do yourself. Those

“She’s the mother of my children! She’s the one who’s been raising them while I was off being a complete idiot! And you

what’s best?”

I molded you into the man you are today. Don’t forget that. I know what’s best for you and those children, even if you’re too blind to

best for anyone. This is about control,

her eyes flashing with fury. “You’re being naive, Alex. You think that woman is capable of

restrained anger. “You don’t get to talk about her

Chapter 33

Ethan and Emma than I ever have. And you-“I took a