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.

glanced around,

from the night’s excitement–or maybe the alcohol–and her eyes widened slightly when she sawine. But to her credit, she didn’t flinch. Her lips pressed into a tight line,

Alex?” Her tone was neutral, but I could hear

had started to circulate among her employees. “I wanted to join the celebration. After all, it’s

sitting beside her. He

only he could

his drink in his rush to move aside. I slid

with a raised brow, her eyes flicking toward the empty seat before locking back on me. She still hadn’t fully relaxed, but she was doing a hell of a job keeping her

the staff who were still watching me like I was an alien that had crash–landed into their party. “Don’t

the conversations picked back up, though much more subdued now. I could feel the stolen glances in my direction, the quiet murmurs as they tried to process my presence. I didn’t mind. It wasn’t often I got the chance to

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Chapter 63

beer sitting in front of her. Without a second thought. I picked it up, swirling it casually before

quiet again, like someone had hit pause for

lips parting in disbelief. “Alex,

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

“I was thirsty.”

with a shrug, taking another sip just

irritation, and I could tell she was biting back some snarky remark. But before she could let loose, I leaned in closer, lowering my voice