Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 73

Alexander POV

As I stepped out of the car, the cool evening breeze washed over me. The kids had dozed off on the ride back, their small faces peaceful in the backseat. Ethan stirred first, rubbing his eyes as Emma snuggled further into her seat. The soft glow from the hotel lights illuminated their sleepy expressions.

“Are we home?” Ethan mumbled, blinking up at me.

“Yeah, we’re back,” I said gently, opening the door to lift him out Emma followed, still clutching her stuffed rabbit, her small hand slipping into mine without a word.

Christiana had called earlier, sounding rushed. Something urgent came up with her work, clients demanding more from her. The gallery’s success was soaring, and while I admired her dedication, part of me hated how it pulled her away from the kids, from us.

“Is Mom back yet? Emma’s voice was quiet as we walked towards the suite.

“No,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “She’s still at work, but she asked me to drop you off. The nanny will be here soon”

Ethan frowned up at me. “But why can’t you stay, Daddy?”

That was the thing I couldn’t just leave them here, not after today. Christiana was pushing herself too hard. The least I could do was be here for the kids, and maybe… maybe for her, if she’d let me.

I smiled, ruffling Ethan’s hair. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’m staying

The suite door clicked open, and I walked in with Ethan at my side, Emma trailing behind, her hand still in mine. The room) felt cold, untouched. Christiana’s scent lingered in the air; a mix of jasmine and something distinctly hers.

set Ethan down on the touch and took a deep breath. “Alright, how about we find something to do while we wait for

watch cartoons?” Emma asked, her eyes

said,

life, I caught sight of the files scattered across Christiana’s desk. Her phone charger was still plugged in,

the screen, but my mind kept drifting to Christiana. The strain on her face when I saw her earlier in the day had been unmistakable. This wasn’t just business; it was something deeper, something she couldn’t shake. And yet, here I was, sitting on her couch, trying to

me out of

down at her,

“She even

and for a moment, didn’t know how to

the couch “Well… your grandma’s a complicated person. She loves you both very much, and sometimes, she doesn’t

his

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than I could explain to a five–year–old. “She and your mom.. they had their differences. But that doesn’t mean she

little fists balled up as he crossed his arms. Grandma was mean before. And I can tell she

my chest. Christiana had suffered more than anyone knew. “I know, buddy. But sometimes people hurt each other without

expression softening. “But why do people

I could undo every bit. of pain I’d caused Christiana in the past. “It’s complicated, Emma. But

kids looked at me, their big eyes filled with questions I