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 chaos Bianca brought into my life. “That’s good, sir. I think

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

He was too professional to pry

me, sir?” he

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

whether to say something more, but then he simply nodded. “Of

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 what just happened slowly sinking in. Bianca was truly out of my life this time, but instead

was it that no matter how much I tried to move on or get 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 if she was staring at

My life was a mess, spiraling out of control. And last

Bianca had tried to act like everything was normal, like she

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 a

the mess I’d made. Christiana was out there, living her life, and she deserved better than the chaos I’d dragged

Daniel–ate away at me. It was irrational, but I couldn’t help it. She was the one person who’d ever

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