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?”

She refused to accept it. It was returned to

488 Pista, customized down to the last stitch in the leather seats, delivered right to her doorstep. And she’d sent it back like it was nothing more than a trinket from a corner

keep a lid on the rage

hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing. “Sir, that necklace is worth nearly three million dollars. Are

to deliver it in person this time. I want her to see what she’s

jotting down the details.

leave, my mind churning with frustration. No one rejected gifts like these. No one. I wasn’t used to being ignored, to being dismissed. Christiana was the only person who had ever made me feel like this–like

It was about her, about showing her that I could give her the world, that I still cared. But if she didn’t want any of it, if

boxes. “Damn it, Christianal” I hissed under my breath. “Why won’t you just let

back in my life. But Christiana wasn’t playing by the rules.

hair, trying to 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

unopened boxes of returned gifts, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered

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SIND GUT