Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 38

Alexander POV

I nodded, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the embarrassment. But it stuck to me like glue. I couldn’t look James in the eye. The man had seen me in boardrooms, in negotiations where I was the most powerful man in the room, and now… he’d seen me like this–pathetic, desperate, and broken.

He held the door open for me, and I stepped out, still wincing at the morning light. The walk to the car was silent, awkward, and filled with more unspoken words than I could handle. The few people around–the cops, the drunks, the lowlifes–all stared as I passed. They had no idea who I was, and in a way, that made it worse. I wasn’t even worth recognizing anymore.

As we reached the car, James finally broke the silence. “Sir, if I may.. I think it would be best if we kept a low profile for the next few days. Perhaps some time away could-

“Enough, James,” I snapped, cutting him off. I couldn’t deal with a lecture right now. I could barely deal with my own thoughts. “Just get me out of here.”

He didn’t push it, just nodded and opened the car door for me. I slid inside, sinking into the leather seat. For a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the comfort of the familiar surroundings ease some of the tension in my chest. But no matter how luxurious the car was, it couldn’t make me forget the disaster I’d caused

James climbed in beside me, tapping away at his tablet, probably rearranging my schedule, covering up for my mess. I should’ve been grateful, but all I felt was disgust–with myself

As the car rolled out of the parking lot, James glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Sir. are you alright?”

I chuckled bitterly, shaking my head. “Do I look alright to you, James?” My voice was laced with sarcasm, but beneath it was a bitterness I couldn’t shake, “I lost control. Made a complete fool of myself in front of her. And now I’m sitting here like some washed–up idiot while she’s probably with him, laughing at how pathetic I am.”

the pity in his eyes. “You’ll fix it, sir,” he said quietly, but there was a hesitation in his voice like he didn’t even believe it

James. She

of the drive was silent. My mind kept replaying the scene at the diner–Christiana’s wide eyes when she saw me, the way she rushed to Daniel’s side, the coldness in her voice when

ten years in a single night. The grand gates opened, but all I could see was. emptiness. None of this mattered if I

to face me. “Sir, if there’s anything

cutting him off. “Just.. don’t mention this

line, and he gave a curt nod. “Understood,

on me like a ton of bricks. The estate that once felt like a kingdom now felt like a prison–a reminder of everything I’d

thing for certain: I was running out of chances, and if I didn’t

a loss wasn’t sure

a tension in his tone that hadn’t been there

against the marble floors, each step like a nail driven. into my already–pounding headache. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was–Bianca. She had this habit of making her presence known even before she entered a room,

into the living room, her voice sugary sweet but carrying that edge that always grated on my nerves, Bianca was dressed to perfection, as usual, in a designer dress that probably cost more than most

11:52 AM c

Clupter 38

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