Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 66

Christiana’s POV

I woke up with a throbbing migraine, my head pounding as if someone was banging a hammer against my skull. I groaned, pressing my palms against my temples, cursing under my breath Why in the hell did I feel like this? My entire body felt exhausted, drained, and nauseous, like I’d been hit by a truck. I forced my eyes open, but the light streaming through the curtains only intensified the pain. God, how much did I drink last night?

And then it hit me..the celebration at the bar. 1 could vaguely remember the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and… When Alex showed up.

Wait. Alex?

1 froze, my pulse quickening, when I heard footsteps. Slowly, I urned my head toward the sound, my heart practically leaping into my throat. The bathroom door creaked open, and blinked, my mouth parting in utter horror as I saw him.

Alex… stepping out of the restroom, a towel casually tied around his waist, water droplets glistening on his bare, muscular

chest.

He had that infuriating smirk plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You’re up.”

I stared at him, completely losing my mind. This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.

*Alex. I stammered, my voice shaky as I frantically pulled the duvet up to my chest. My mind was racing a mile a minute. “What what are you doing in my room?”

He raised an eyebrow, still smirking as if this was all some joke. “Relax. You look like you’ve been through all hell and back.” I couldn’t breathe. I glanced down at myself under the duvet, my hands trembling as I lifted the covers just enough to peek beneath them. My stomach twisted in knots. I was in nothing but my underwear. My heart nearly stopped.

“Oh my God” I gasped, the blood draining from my face. Alex..did we…?” I couldn’t even finish the question, the words choking in my throat.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. Nothing happened, Christiana. Calm down.

I didn’t calm down. “Then why are you here?” I demanded, still feeling like I was on the verge of a complete meltdown. “And why am I?”

“Because you were a drunken mess last night, Alex cut me off, his tone casual, almost teasing. He strolled across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “You got smashed in front of your employees, cursed at me, and, well, I couldn’t just leave you like that. You were in no condition to be alone. So, I brought you back to your suite.

I could remember the

I asked

And the floor. It was lisgusting. I had no choice but to clean you up and take off that dress because it was completely covered in vomit.” He pointed at my side of the bed, where the stained dress was tossed on the floor. “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you. I just cleaned

a tidal wave. I’d gotten drink in front of my stall. I’d cursed at

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hands. “Oh my God… I can’t

should probably reconsider your alcohol tolerance next time, Alex said with a light chuckle, but his tone wasn’t mocking.

something in his eyes. A softness. A gentleness. Like he hadn’t

they’re never going to look at me the same way.” Alex shrugged. “They saw their boss have a rough night. Big deal.

needed. All I wanted was to celebrate the success of

looking far too comfortable for my liking. “You don’t have to stay, you know,” I muttered,

he said, that damn smirk back on his face, “I think I will. Just to make sure you don’t do anything else

TCHTet

I could do was curse under my breath and flop back onto the bed, the migraine

help but notice Alex’s bare upper body as he leaned back against the

body had changed, but it hadn’t softened. If anything, it had become even more imposing, more attractive. No! I’ shook the thought from my head. This man, with all his good looks and charm, was unworthy of me. We weren’t that couple anymore. Not

from my mind. Back then, when we were still married, he used to walk around shirtless whenever he could. Especially when he wasn’t busy, he was always near me, casually lounging with nothing on but those low–slung jeans. But that was the past. And that man had hurt me in ways I couldn’t

the door startled me from my thoughts. Alex glanced at me before getting up and heading towards it without

with the staff, and then returned with a tray. He set it down on the bedside table before giving me

of steaming soup, a glass of water, and a

my lip, guilt rising up inside me as I looked at him. “You need to go, Alex. I’ll arrange for fresh clothes, and the dry cleaner can bring yours back later.” I sighed, rubbing my

arms, not moving an inch. “You’re in no position to talk right now, Christiana,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You need to cat the soup,

the door. I

covers off me and standing up, determined to take control