Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 63

Alexander POV

It was 1

past ten when I finally decided to walk

For most of the evening. I had watched from afar, leaning against the wall of the bar as Christiana celebrated her victory with her staff. The exhibition had been flawless, better than I could’ve imagined, and she had carried out every detail like the brilliant woman I knew she was. The pride I felt was something I hadn’t anticipated, a quiet surge that swelled in my chest as I watched her work the room earlier, now celebrating with her people.

She didn’t need me–not for her success–but I couldn’t deny I’d had a hand in tonight’s guest list. Still, she hadn’t figured that part out yet. I smirked to myself, sipping the glass of water I’d ordered while staying out of sight. The bar was full of laughter, toasts, and the occasional off–key singing from one of lier more inebriated staff. Everyone seemed at ease.

Until I made my move.

The moment I stepped inside the rented–out hall, it was like someone had flipped a switch. Conversations halted mid- sentence, laughter died, and heads turned toward me. There was a middle–aged man in the middle of raising his glass, already slurring through some half–coherent toast, but he trailed off when he saw me, blinking as though I’d appeared out of

thin air.

I gave him a polite nod, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Don’t let me stop you.”

The recognition spread like wildfire. I could see it in their faces–the quiet awe, the nervousness, the uncertainty. My status as à billionaire preceded me, and there was no doubt in my mind that Christiana’s staff knew exactly who I was: her ex- husband. Some looked on with curious gazes, others with a hint of trepidation. It was an old story, one that always seemed to shadow me wherever I went, but I was used to it.

around,

maybe the alcohol–and her eyes widened slightly when she sawine. But to her credit,

Her tone was neutral, but

the whispers that had started to circulate among her employees. “I wanted to

narrowed ever so slightly, but before she could respond, I turned my attention to the man sitting beside her. He looked like he was about to faint from sheer nerves, his hands clenching the edge of the

I murmured, leaning in close enough that only he could hear

an instant, almost knocking over his drink in his rush to move aside. I slid into the now–vacant seat next

before locking back on me. She still hadn’t fully

who were still watching me like I was an alien that

picked back up, though much more subdued now. I could feel the stolen glances in my direction, the quiet murmurs as

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Chapter 63

shifted back to Christiana, and I noticed the half–full glass of beer sitting in front of her. Without a second thought. I picked it up, swirling it casually before taking a long

room went quiet again, like someone

lips parting in disbelief. “Alex, what are

her gaze, holding the glass as I leaned back in my chair. I couldn’t help but notice the faint blush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. Was it embarrassment? Something else? I wasn’t sure, but it amused

“I was thirsty.”

shrug, taking another sip

back some snarky remark. But before she could let loose, I leaned in closer, lowering my voice just for