Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 37

Alexander POV.

The alcohol burned its way down, drowning the anger in a wave of numbness. But no matter how much I drank, I couldn’t shake the image of Christiana with Daniel, smiling, laughing, touching his arm like she used to do with me. It was enough to drive any man insane.

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“Another,” I barked at the bartender, slurring my words. He looked at me with caution, but I threw a wad of cash counter, and that shut him up. My mind was spinning, thoughts tangled in a web of bitterness and heartbreak. How could she move on so easily? How could she let another man into her life when she knew I was still out there, still wanting her?

People in the bar started giving me side–eyes, probably wondering what a guy like me was doing in a dump like this, looking like I was about to snap. And they weren’t wrong. The alcohol was starting to push all the wrong buttons, making everything hazy and making me reckless.

He mumbled some half–assed apology,

the hell you’re going!” I growled, barely able to keep my balance as I glared at him. The guy wasn’t looking for trouble, but I sure as hell was. His fear only fueled my rage more, and I felt the urge to take it out on him,

face. It felt good, too good, like I was channeling all my frustration into that one hit. But it didn’t stop there. A couple of his buddies saw what I did and decided to get involved. They lunged at me, and before I knew it, we were all in a full–blown brawl, fists flying and

the situation to get

me out.

snarled, struggling against them, but it was no use. They shoved me into the back of a squad car, and everything blurred after that. The alcohol, the

I knew, I was thrown into a holding cell, the cold metal bars slamming shut behind me. The sound echoed in head, the final nail in the coffin of this disaster of a night. I slumped onto the bench, head in my

stand that only made me look worse in her eyes? She was probably with Daniel right now, tending to his wounds, while I was stuck here like a fool. I’d lost control, and now I was paying for it in the most humiliating

sound being my own ragged breaths. I leaned back against the cold wall, closing my eyes, letting the shame