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.

the touch and took a deep breath. “Alright,

cartoons?” Emma asked, her

said, grabbing

the TV flickered to life, I caught sight of the files scattered across Christiana’s desk. Her phone charger was still plugged in, papers hastily scribbled with notes about upcoming clients.

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 fill a void that

me out

her, noticing how her brows furrowed in

“She even

didn’t know how to respond. I glanced at Ethan, who was

the couch “Well… your grandma’s a complicated person. She loves you

Mom?” Ethan pressed, his blue eyes piercing through me.

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but I knew the truth was far more complicated than I could explain to a five–year–old. “She and your mom.. they had their differences. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about your mom. People

up as he crossed his arms. Grandma was mean before. And I can tell she made Mom

knew. “I know, buddy. But sometimes people hurt each other without meaning to. What matters is that she’s

expression softening. “But why do

innocence of her question cut deeper than I wanted to admit I wished I had the answer, wished I could undo every

eyes filled with questions I