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.”

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

chest. “It is. I just… I need to move forward. And that starts

but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. He was too professional to pry directly, but I could tell he was wondering what–or who–had triggered this

else you need from me, sir?” he asked, shifting

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

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

him leave, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. The silence settled. over me like a heavy blanket, the reality of

together, my mind always circled back to her? The look on her face when she saw me at the restaurant haunted me–shock, anger, disappointment. It

a mess, spiraling out of control. And last night? Drunkenly getting into a fight at the restaurant and waking up in a cell was just the latest in a

the way Bianca had tried to act like everything was normal, like she could just waltz back into my life as if nothing had changed. But everything had

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

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

but I couldn’t help it. She was the one person who’d ever made me

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