Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 43

Alexander POV.

I stared at the list on my desk, an endless column of zeros staring back at me. I’d spared no expense, not that it mattered–I had more money than most could dream of. The gifts were extravagant, each one more lavish than the last. But every single one of them had come back to me, untouched. Christiana was sending them all back.

“Sir, the Cartier diamond bracelet was returned this morning” James, my ever–faithful P.A., stood before me, his voice cautious as he placed the box on my desk. Inside, nestled in velvet, was a bracelet worth nearly half a million dollars. Flawless diamonds, handpicked for their clarity, sparkled back at me like tiny stars.

“Again?” I gritted my teeth, my frustration boiling over. “What the hell does she want, James? I’m sending her the best of everything. Jewelry, designer clothes, even that fucking limited–edition Birkin bag she’s always wanted. And she’s sending them back like they’re nothing.”

James shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of what to say. He knew better than to answer when I was like this, teetering on the edge of losing my temper. Instead, he reached into his briefcase and pulled out another box, placing it beside the bracelet.

“She also returned the sapphire and diamond earrings. They were delivered yesterday.”

I opened the box and stared at the deep blue sapphires, each surrounded by a halo of diamonds, worth over a million dollars. Christiana hadn’t even opened the package; she’d just sent it straight back. A part of me wanted to smash the damn thing. against the wall, to shatter those perfect stones into dust. But I couldn’t. Because this wasn’t about the gifts–this was about her. And I wasn’t going to let her slip away again.

“Fine.” I muttered, closing the box with a snap. “What about the car?”

accept it. It was returned to

delivered right to her doorstep. And she’d sent it back like it was nothing more than a trinket from a corner

my voice low, trying to keep a lid on the rage simmering beneath my skin. “Send… Send her the Tiffany

that necklace is worth nearly three million

I snapped, cutting him off. “Just do it. And tell them to deliver

quickly jotting down the details. “I’ll have it sent

being ignored, to being dismissed. Christiana was the only person who had ever made me feel like this–like I wasn’t in control. And it

money. It was about her, about showing her that I could give her the world, that I still cared. But if

rattling the boxes. “Damn it, Christianal” I

got. And I wanted her back in my life. But Christiana wasn’t playing by the rules. She was sending back every gesture, every attempt to reach her, and it was

calm the storm inside me. Tomorrow was another day. Maybe the necklace would break through that icy exterior. Maybe she’d finally see that I was serious, that I wasn’t going to let her

boxes of returned gifts, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered something I didn’t want to hear. What if she never

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