Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 70

Christiana’s POV

I stormed into Alex’s office, my mind racing with both anger and confusion I didn’t even bother knocking. The door swung open, and there he was, sitting behind his desk, calm and collected, like he hadn’t just ruined a man’s entire career.

“Christiana,” he greeted, his eyes immediately softening at the sight of me. It made my throat tighten, but I shoved the feeling aside. I was here for a reason.

“We need to talk,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “About Roger Wilkes.

His expression remained steady, almost amused, like he knew exactly why I was there.

“Ah, Alex said, leaning back in his chair, his hands steepled in front of him. “I see Grace’s news has reached you.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t expect me to find out.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t stop it. The frustration, the confusion it was all bubbling too close to the surface. “Did you do it?”

His smile widened slightly, a small, almost proud tilt of his lips. “I did.”

I blinked, momentarily thrown off by how casual he was about it. “You destroyed his business, Alex.”

“And I’d do it again,” he replied without missing a beat, his gaze locking onto mine. There was no remorse in his voice, no hesitation. “Roger Wilkes almost ruined you, Christiana. Stole your guests, tampered with your invitations. What did you expect me to do?”

I couldn’t believe him. I didn’t ask for your help.

His eyes darkened, his gaze becoming more intense. “You didn’t have to.”

My chest tightened, but I refused to let him get to me. I crossed my arms, forcing myself to maintain control. “I don’t want you in my affairs, Alex. You had no right to intervene like that.”

He stood up from behind his desk, his movements slow and deliberate as he walked around to stand in front of me. I had every right,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less determined. “Anyone who tries to hurt you has me to answer to.”

He was close, too close. I could feel the warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne filling the space between us. heart pounded in my chest, but I wouldn’t let him see how much he was affecting me.

My

“I

shaky but firm. “You chose Bianca five

reached out and gently tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. His touch was

that doesn’t change the fact that you and the kids are my priority. I’m still investigating the fire outbreak. Whoever tried to hurt you and the children will be caught. I won’t let anyone

air between us, heavy and filled

was frozen. Five years of buried emotions were swirling inside me, rising to the surface against my

couldn’t let him back in.

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in the quiet room. “Don’t,” I said, my voice trembling. It was the second time today that he had gotten this close. This intimate. First

fixed on mine, searching for something, maybe a crack in my armor. But I wouldn’t give

I added, stepping back, needing to put distance between us.

never wavered. “Whether you

despite everything, the anger, Utment…there was still a part of me that ached for him. A part of me that remembered what it felt like to be loved

And that terrified me.

wouldn’t let it show. Not

told you,” I said, my voice cold and distant, “I don’t need your

for a

for the door handle, I felt it. his arms

whispered, his voice raw, as if he was holding something back. His grip was firm but gentle,

heart hammering in my chest. His closeness always made it difficult to think straight, and he knew it. “Alex, let go,” I warned, trying to keep my voice steady, but there

chin resting lightly on my shoulder. “I want you to forgive me,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “So we can stop this this constant back and forth.

kids. He was using them again, like a trump card, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit. I tried to step out of

teeth, forcing myself to stay calm, though anger was simmering beneath my skin. “It’s not about what the kids want right

on me loosened slightly, and I could feel his body tense behind me. I turned around slowly, meeting his eyes. There was a softness there, a vulnerability I hadn’t seen

glass on my tongue. “You can be in the kids‘ lives, of course. You’re their father, and I’d never deny you that. But don’t

time since I walked into his office, I saw frustration flash across his face. He took a step back, his hands dropping to his

now. “I’m not trying to manipulate you. Christiana. I just want what’s

the sincerity in his eyes. What’s best for the kids is you being their father, not trying to play hero in my life. I don’t need you to fix my problems, Alex. And I

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