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

my voice shaky but firm. “You chose Bianca

but he didn’t back down. Instead, he reached out and gently tilted my chin up, forcing me

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 get away with

heavy and filled with an emotion I wasn’t ready to confront. I could

brief moment, I was frozen. Five years of buried emotions were swirling inside

him back in. Not

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of it sharp 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

back, needing to put distance between us. “I

through his hair, but his gaze never wavered.

trying to keep my emotions in check. But it was harder than I wanted to admit. Because despite everything, the anger, Utment…there was still a part of me that

And that terrified me.

it show. Not now. Not

my voice cold and

a moment, his

the door handle, I felt it. his

back. His grip was firm but gentle, his breath hot against the

chest. His closeness always made it difficult to think straight, and he knew it.

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

heart twisted painfully at his words. The kids. He was using them again, like a trump card, and it hurt more

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

I turned around slowly, meeting his eyes. There was a softness there, a vulnerability I hadn’t

continued, my voice firm, though the words felt like jagged 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

his face. He took a step back, his hands

to his voice now.

to be drawn in by the sincerity in his eyes. What’s best for the kids is you being their father, not trying to play hero in my

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