Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 39

Alexander POV.

Her face froze for a split second before she recovered, blinking innocently as her lips curved into a strained smile. “Alex, baby, we both know you’re just upset. You don’t really mean that.” She leaned in closer, her hand reaching out to touch my arm, but I pulled away before she could.

“I do mean it, Bianca,” I said, my voice hardening. “We’re done. We were done the moment you put your career and image above everything else. This–I gestured between us, “is over, and it’s over for good. You need to accept that.”

Her smile faltered, and I saw a flash of anger in her eyes, the mask slipping. “You’re really going to throw away everything we had, just like that?” she hissed, her voice now laced with bitterness. “After all I’ve done for you?”

“All you’ve done for me?” I shot back, incredulous. “You mean the public stunts, the fake apologies, and the way you always made everything about you? That’s not what a relationship is supposed to be, Bianca. I’m done playing this game.”

She straightened, her eyes narrowing as she realized she was losing control of the situation. “You’re making a mistake, Alex,” she said, her voice cold now, all pretense of sweetness gone. “You think you can just walk away and replace me with someone like Christiana? You don’t know what you’re doing.”

I clenched my jaw at the mention of Christiana’s name, trying to keep my temper in check. “Leave Christiana out of this. What happens between her and me is none of your business.”

Bianca let a scoffing laugh, folding her arms across her chest. “You really think she’s any better than me? She left you, remember? And now she’s cozying up to someone else while you sit here moping around. You’re chasing after a fantasy, Alex, and it’s pathetic.”

Christiana,” I said firmly. “It’s about me wanting to move on and

with fury, and for a moment, I thought she might completely lose it. But then she composed herself, flipping her hair over her shoulder and giving me a condescending look.

of your fashion shows where you can manipulate the narrative and walk away with everyone still cheering for you. This is my life. And I’m done letting you control

me, her perfect composure cracking further. “You’ll regret this, Alex. You think you can just

need to move

it away. This was the right thing to do–cutting her out completely. I couldn’t let her keep dragging me back

years

can handle everything that comes with being with you! You’re delusional, Alex. You’ll

but firm. “I’d rather be alone than stuck in that mess again. Whatever we had wasn’t

me like she was waiting for me to break, but I didn’t flinch. I was done letting her twist the truth to fit her narrative. The silence

huff and grabbed her purse off the couch. “You’re a fool, Alex. And when everything falls apart, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She turned on her heel, her heels clacking sharply against the floor as she stormed toward

not

the doorway, her hand gripping the handle tightly. For a second, I thought

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