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.”

let out a slow breath, looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders too. He’d seen enough of the chaos Bianca brought into my life. “That’s

lingering ache in my chest. “It is. I just… I need to move forward. And that starts with cutting out the things that were holding me

in his eyes. He was too professional to pry

from me,

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

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

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

life together, my mind always circled back to her? The look on her face when she saw me at the restaurant

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

to wash away the bitter taste in my mouth. My mind kept replaying the scene from earlier, 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 changed. I wasn’t the same man I was when

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

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

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

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