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.

to diffuse the situation. “Mother, they didn’t mean it like that.

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

all because of her.”

them

“Honest? They called me mean. That’s not honesty; that’s poor upbringing. You need to get them away from that woman before it’s too late.

her accusation, the disdain she always had for Christiana bubbling to the surface. But I wouldn’t let her turn this into

They say things without thinking

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

wild. They’re curious.

eyes. “Curious? Smart?” She shook her head, her voice dripping with disappointment. “They need discipline. They need proper guidance, and clearly, they’re not getting

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

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

back to me, cold and unyielding. “You think so? You think this is fine?” She gestured toward the kids. “If you keep letting them act like this, you’ll regret it. You’ll lose

inside me. “I’m not going to lose them. And I won’t let you come in here

air thick with unspoken words. My mother stared at me, her lips pressed into a thin line,

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

in my chest. I glanced back at Ethan and Emma, both of them staring

about her,” I said softly, walking over to the table and kneeling down to their level. “She’s just… not used to having

expression serious. “She

chuckle, ruffling his hair. “Yeah, she can be. But don’t let it bother you. You did nothing

her voice small.

You’re not in trouble. Not

pulled them both into a hug, holding them close as the weight of the morning settled over me. I wasn’t going to

this moment. They were mine, and I wasn’t going to let anyone–not even her–make

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kids was quiet but full. After 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 they belonged here–no interruptions,

the living room. Emma insisted on showing me every new trick she’d learned in

Monster Strike, you can use a combination

sticking out

to Monster Strike in a minute,” I said, playfully nudging him. “Right

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

his arms.

Emma said

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 they were growing and changing. There

phone to check the time,

second ring. “Hey,” I greeted her, trying to

Her tone was sharp, and I could hear the tension in her voice. “When are you bringing them back?

drop them off by late afternoon,” I assured her, glancing at the clock on the wall. It

I could feel the weight of her silence. “You said afternoon, Alex. Don’t make it

to keep my frustration in check. “I know. They’re

talk

holding out the phone. “Mom wants to

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