Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 40

Alexander POV

The door opened again, and for a split second, I thought Bianca had come back for round two. But it was just James, my PA.. standing there with a concerned expression. “Is everything okay, sir?” he asked cautiously, clearly having heard the tail end of the argument.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back with a tired sigh. “It’s better than it’s been in a long time.” I gave him a small, reassuring smile, but James didn’t look entirely convinced. He closed the door gently behind him and approached with a sense of caution, as if one wrong word might set off another explosion.

“Bianca seemed.. upset,” he noted, his voice was laced with hesitation

I let out a dry laugh. “That’s an understatement. But she’s finally out of my life–for good this time.”

James’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “For good?”

I nodded firmly. “It’s done. I made it clear there’s nothing left between us. She can’t keep trying to force her way back in.”

breath, looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders too. He’d seen enough of the chaos Bianca brought

though there was still a lingering ache in my chest. “It is. I just… I need to move forward. And that starts

his eyes. He was too professional to pry directly, but I could tell he was wondering what–or who–had

me, sir?” he asked,

on my knees. “No, just give me a bit

say something more, but then he simply nodded. “Of course. I’ll

silence settled. over me like a heavy blanket, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. Bianca was truly out of my life this time,

face when she saw me at the restaurant haunted me–shock, anger, disappointment. It was as if she was staring at a ghost,

the memories. There was no denying it–I’d messed up, and not just with Christiana, but with everything. My life was a mess, spiraling out of control. And last night? Drunkenly getting into a fight at the restaurant and waking up in a

water on the table and took a long sip, trying to wash away the bitter taste in my mouth. My mind kept replaying the scene from earlier, the way Bianca had tried to act like everything was normal, like she could just

felt like it was spiraling out of my control. For the first time in a long time, I wanted something real. Not the polished image Bianca offered, but something raw and genuine. I wanted to be better, to rebuild my life in

be easy, not with the mess I’d made. Christiana was out there, living her life, and she deserved better than the chaos I’d dragged her into before. She was stronger now, more independent, and I couldn’t just waltz back in expecting her to forget everything and pick up where we left

of her with someone else–especially someone like Daniel–ate away at me. It was irrational, but I couldn’t help it. She was the one person who’d ever made me feel truly seen, and I’d let her

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