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.”

his shoulders too. He’d seen enough of the chaos Bianca brought into my life. “That’s

my chest. “It is. I just… I need

nodded in understanding, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. He was too professional to pry directly, but I could tell he was wondering

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

just give me a bit of time to clear my head. I need to figure

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

settled. over me like a heavy blanket, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. Bianca was truly

my life 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 was as

my face, 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

to act like everything was normal, like she could just waltz back into

truth was, I was tired–tired of pretending, 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 time, I wanted something real. Not the polished image

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

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

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