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.”

seen enough of

my chest. “It is. I just… I need to move forward. And that starts with cutting out the things that were holding me

see the curiosity in his eyes. He was too

you need from me, sir?”

elbows on my knees. “No, just give me a bit of time to clear my head. I

a moment, clearly debating whether to say something more, but then he simply nodded. “Of course. I’ll be in

settled. over me like a heavy blanket, the reality of what

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

trying to shake off 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.

like everything was normal, like she could just waltz back into my life as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. I wasn’t the same man I was when we first met–hell, I wasn’t even the same man I was five years

tired of fighting, tired of living a life that felt like it was spiraling out of my control. For the first time in a long

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

her with someone else–especially someone like Daniel–ate away at me. It was irrational, but I couldn’t

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