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.

and took a deep breath. “Alright,

we watch cartoons?” Emma asked, her

said,

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

day had been unmistakable. This wasn’t just business; it was something deeper, something she couldn’t shake. And yet, here

voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

at her,

today, she started. “She even hugged

question hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, didn’t know how to respond.

leaning back on the couch “Well… your grandma’s a complicated person. She loves you both very much, and sometimes,

pressed, his blue eyes piercing through me.

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Chapter 73

at his words, 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

up as he crossed his arms. Grandma was mean before. And

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

softening. “But why do

had the answer, wished I could undo every bit. of pain I’d caused Christiana in the

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