Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 55

Alexander POV,

The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of my penthouse, putting a golden hue over the room. I could hear the soft hum of chatter coming from the kitchen, where the maids were helping the kids freshen up. Emma’s giggles and Ethan’s more serious tone were a comforting contrast to the usual silence of my mornings

I leaned back against the kitchen counter, watching as the chef carefully prepared breakfast–pancakes, eggs, and bacon, just the way the kids liked it. I hadn’t seen them this happy in a long time. Last night had been… perfect. They were relaxed, full of questions about everything in the house, and for once, I felt like I was giving them something they needed–me.

The chef placed the plates on the table, and I called out to the kids. “Breakfast is ready!”

Emma came running in first, her hair still slightly damp from her bath, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the food. “Daddy! Pancakes!” she squealed, climbing into her seat with a big grin. Ethan followed shortly, more composed but with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You made sure the pancakes have extra syrup, right?” Ethan asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined the plate in

front of him.

I chuckled, nodding. “Of course. Extra syrup, just like you asked.”

Emma was already halfway through her first pancake, syrup smeared on her cheeks, while Ethan took a more careful bite. The room was filled with the sound of their chatter as they started telling me about their favorite cartoons and how they wanted to go to the park later. I nodded along, letting their voices wash over me, feeling that rare sense of peace.

Just as I was about to take a sip of my coffee, the doorbell rang. My brow furrowed. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

“Hold on a second,” I told the kids, standing up and walking toward the door. When I opened it, I felt my stomach drop.

There she was my mother, Margret Alistair, standing in the hallway with her commanding posture, her lips pressed into a thin line, though I could see the excitement in her eyes.

She was the picture of control, every inch of her perfectly polished, from her tailored suit to her coiffed hair. I hadn’t seen her in person in a while, and frankly, I wasn’t ready for whatever she had planned.

“Mother,” I greeted, forcing a smile. “This is… a surprise.”

Her eyes flicked past me into the apartment, her expression softening slightly when she spotted the kids at the table. “I heard the children were staying with you for the night. I thought it was about time I met my grandchildren properly.”

I stepped aside, letting her in, though my gut told me this wasn’t going to go well.

The moment she entered, her eyes were glued to Emma and Ethan. “My goodness,” she whispered, her voice trembling with unexpected emotion. “They’re beautiful.”

Emma looked up. her fork paused mid–air as she stared at the unfamiliar woman entering the room. Ethan, ever the observant one, narrowed his eyes slightly, not saying anything but watching her closely,

I walked over, placing a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “Kids, this is your grandmother. My mother.”

Emma’s eyes widened, “Grandmother?” she asked, her voice rising in excitement, but before she could say more, Ethan reached across the table and grabbed her hand.

He leaned over and whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “She looks mean.”

Time seemed to stop. I froze, my eyes snapping to my mother, whose face twisted inf shock and insult. Emma blinked, looking between Ethan and my mother, unsure what to do. I could feel the tension rise instantly, like a storm brewing.

Mom’s smile faltered. “Excuse me?” Her voice was icy, her usual control slipping just a fraction. She looked between the two kids, her eyes narrowing. “What did you just say, young man?”

Ethan straightened, meeting her gaze without flinching. “You look mean,” he repeated, this time more confidently, as if he were just stating a fact.

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sank. This

they didn’t mean it like that. They’ve just never met

“This,” she hissed, pointing at the children, “is what happens when they are raised without proper manners. They’re disrespectful. Spoilt.

all because of her.”

them well, Mother. They’re not disrespectful.

her arms over her chest. “Honest? They called me mean. That’s not honesty; that’s poor upbringing.

could feel the sharp edge of her accusation, the disdain she always had for Christiana bubbling to the surface. But I wouldn’t let

without thinking sometimes, but they’re not being disrespectful. And Christiana has done a damn good job

curling into a sneer. “Oh, has she? Then why do they have no sense of respect for their elders?

frustration, taking a deep breath. “They’re not wild. They’re curious. They’re smart. And they know when someone’s not being genuine with

the exchange with wide eyes. “Curious? Smart?” She shook her head, her voice

back in her chair, but Ethan stood his ground, watching my mother with those sharp eyes of his, as if he could

That’s enough. They’re not spoiled, and they’re not

think this is fine?” She gestured

lose them. And I won’t let you come in here and make them feel like

thick with unspoken words. My mother stared at me, her lips pressed into a thin line, before she finally exhaled sharply,

over her shoulder, her voice cold. “You’ll see that I’m right.

my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced back at Ethan and

took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Don’t worry about her,” I said softly, walking over to the table and kneeling down to their level. “She’s

at me, his expression serious. “She really is mean,

hair. “Yeah, she can be. But

spoke up, her voice small. “Are

my head. “No, sweetie. You’re not in trouble. Not

into a hug, holding them close as the weight of

mine, and I wasn’t going to let anyone–not even her–make them feel like they weren’t

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the tension from my mother’s visit, I was determined to make the most of the time I had with them. Emma and Ethan deserved to feel like

morning lounging in the living room. Emma insisted on showing me every new trick she’d learned in gymnastics, while Ethan–ever the more composed one–sat

Strike, you

sticking out as she landed on

back to Monster Strike in a minute,” I said, playfully nudging

her voice full of excitement as she tried the flip again, this time almost knocking over

folding his arms. “You’re

won’t!” Emma

I’d seen them this free, this happy. It was in moments like this that I realized how much time I’d missed–how much they were growing and changing. There was

I reached for my phone to check the time, it buzzed in

I greeted her, trying to keep my voice light, though I

was sharp, and I could hear the tension in her voice. “When are you

late afternoon,” I assured her, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was still early.

feel the weight of her silence. “You said afternoon, Alex. Don’t make it later than that I don’t like

trying to keep my frustration

talk

the kids, holding out the phone.

first, grabbing the phone eagerly. “Hi, Mommy!” she chirped, smiling as