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

don’t need you,” I said, my voice shaky but firm. “You chose Bianca

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

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

racing, pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. His words hung in the air between us, heavy and filled with

years of buried emotions were swirling inside me, rising

I couldn’t let him back

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Chapter 70

sharp in the quiet room. “Don’t,” I said, my voice trembling. It was the second time today that he had

flinch. His eyes remained fixed on mine, searching for something, maybe a crack in my armor. But

on my own.” I added, stepping back, needing to put distance between us. “I don’t need you

his gaze never wavered. “Whether you need me or not, Christiana, I’m here. And

But it was harder than I wanted to admit. Because 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

And that terrified me.

it show. Not now.

said, my voice cold and

a

the tension between us thicken with each passing second. But just as my hand reached for the door handle, I felt it. his arms wrapping around me from behind. His warmth surrounded

was firm but gentle, his breath hot against

difficult to think straight, and he knew it. “Alex, let go,” I warned, trying

let go. Instead, he pulled me closer, his 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. I want us to be together again. The kids would

them again, like a trump card, and it

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

turned around slowly, meeting his eyes. There was a softness there, a vulnerability I hadn’t seen in years. But I couldn’t let myself

glass on my tongue. “You can be in the kids‘ lives, of course. You’re their father, and

since I walked into his office, I saw frustration flash across his face. He took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides as he ran one through

he muttered, but there was a roughness to his voice now. “I’m not trying to manipulate you. Christiana. I just want what’s best for

eyes. What’s best for the kids is you being their father, not trying to play

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