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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heart sank.

they didn’t mean

that could freeze fire. “This,” she hissed, pointing at the children, “is what happens when

all because of her.”

them well, Mother.

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

boiled at her words. I could feel the sharp edge of her accusation, the disdain she always had for Christiana bubbling to the surface. But I wouldn’t let her turn this into an attack

without thinking sometimes, but they’re

Then why do they have no sense of respect for their elders? Why are they

breath. “They’re not wild. They’re curious. They’re smart. And they know

kids, who were now watching the exchange with wide eyes. “Curious? Smart?” She shook her head, her voice dripping with disappointment. “They need discipline.

Ethan stood his ground, watching my mother with those sharp eyes of his, as if he could see through her facade. I

spoiled, and they’re not lacking discipline. They’re fine the

flicked back to me, cold and unyielding. “You think so? You think this is fine?” She gestured toward the kids. “If

my fists, keeping my voice steady despite the anger boiling inside me. “I’m not going to lose them. And

mother stared at

said over her shoulder, her voice cold. “You’ll see that I’m right. And when you do, it’ll

leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced back at Ethan and Emma, both of them staring at me with wide, confused

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

expression serious. “She really is mean,

ruffling his hair. “Yeah, she can be. But don’t let it bother you. You did

spoke up, her voice small. “Are we in

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

the weight of the

words ruin this moment. They were mine, and I wasn’t going to let anyone–not

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but full. After the tension from my mother’s visit, I was determined to make the most of

she’d learned in gymnastics, while Ethan–ever the more composed one–sat beside me, explaining how much he already knew about the latest video

you can

little legs sticking

entertained by both of them. “Ethan, we’ll get back to Monster Strike in a minute,” I said,

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

sighed, folding his arms. “You’re

won’t!” Emma

been too long since 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

to check the time, it buzzed

“Hey,” I greeted her, trying to keep my voice light,

I could hear the tension in her voice. “When are you

clock on the wall. It was

was a pause on her end, and I could feel the weight of her silence. “You said

keep my frustration in check.

me talk

turned to the kids, holding out the phone. “Mom wants to talk

the phone eagerly. “Hi, Mommy!” she chirped, smiling as she began talking.