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.”

He’d seen enough of the chaos Bianca brought into my life. “That’s good,

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

could see the curiosity in his eyes. He was too professional to pry

you need from me, sir?”

shook my head, 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

watched 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 what just happened slowly sinking in. Bianca was truly out of my life this

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

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. And last night? Drunkenly getting into a fight at the restaurant and waking up in

mouth. My mind kept replaying the scene from earlier, the way Bianca had tried to act like everything was normal,

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 Bianca offered, but something raw and genuine. I wanted to

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

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

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