Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 77

Alexander POV

I gripped the steering wheel tighter than I intended, knuckles white as I sped down the empty streets. My mind was a mess, replaying everything from last night. It had been perfect.almost too perfect. Christiana had melted in my arms, her soft moans, the way she looked at me… I thought, for a moment, that we were healing, that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back. But this morning? God, it was like waking up from a beautiful dream only to be slapped by reality.

The way she looked at me, like I was a mistake, like she regretted every touch… It made my blood boil. “What the hell, Christiana?” I muttered under my breath, jaw clenched. Last night had felt like something out of a fairytale, something I’d dreamed about for five long years. But this inorning? It was a nightmare I couldn’t escape from.

I shook my head, the memory of her cold voice stabbing me in the chest.

“Leave, Alex. Just go, she’d said, her eyes colder than I’d ever seen them. It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she threw them at me like I was nothing.

1 stayed. Cooked for her. I watched over the kids. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care.

She had treated me like I was the one who’d done something wrong.

I could still see the way her face twisted in anger, how she practically spat the words at me. I’d been patient. I’d let her get it all out, but every word felt like a blow, knocking the breath out of me. And then, when she finally pushed me away, it felt like the final nail in the coffin.

I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me. I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, my heart

at my reflection in the rearview mirror, My face was hard, eyes burning with both anger and pain. She had every right to be angry, to feel hurt, but not like this. Not after the way she clung to

morning, cold, cruel, and distant. “Damn it, Christiana,” I muttered under my breath, How could she flip like that? It wasn’t just rejection. It was as if

hurt it was the look in her eyes, I had seen that look before…years ago, when she had signed those divorce papers after accepting my reckless decision. That look had that same emptiness,

beg for her attention. I’d done everything I could, stayed up with the kids, cooked for her…and what did I get in return? A slap in the

disappointment. I’d allowed myself to hope, to believe that maybe we could fix things. That

thoughts away. “No, growled to myself “No more I wasn’t going

truth was, despite everything, she

shake the thought that maybe it was time to give Christiana the space she’d been

I sighed, long and deep, staring at the road ahead but barely seeing it. Last night, everything felt right. For the first time in years, we’d

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crystal clear that nothing had changed. I had tried, harder than I ever had

would