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.”

shoulders too. He’d seen enough of the

I agreed, though there was still a lingering ache in my chest. “It is. I just… I need to

curiosity in his eyes. He was too professional to pry directly,

me, sir?” he

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

debating whether to say something more, but then he

over me like a heavy blanket, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. Bianca was truly out of my life this time, but instead of feeling the relief I expected, all I could

look on her face when she saw me at the restaurant haunted me–shock, anger, disappointment. It was as

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 cell was just the latest

was normal, like she could just waltz back into my life as if nothing had changed. But

spiraling out of my control. For the first time in a long time, I wanted something real. Not the

I knew that wouldn’t 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

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

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