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.

it was a good idea to bump into me, nearly spilling my drink. He mumbled some half–assed apology, but it

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

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

outnumbered, but I didn’t care. I wanted the pain, the chaos. I needed to feel something other than the emptiness gnawing at my insides. But it didn’t take long for the situation to get out of control. Someone called the cops, and the flashing lights soon filled the place. 1 was too drunk

me out.

hands off me!” I 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

final nail in the coffin of this disaster of a night.

probably with Daniel right now, tending to his wounds,

against the cold wall, closing my eyes, letting