Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 108

Alexander POV.

The bar was a bit dark, a haze of cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling as I sat at the farthest corner, drowning in my seventh bottle of beer. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations, the occasional laugh, it all faded into the background, replaced by one image in my head: Christiana in Daniel’s arms.

I laughed. A hollow, bitter sound that escaped my throat without warning. Heads turned in my direction, people stared, but I didn’t care. Let them look. Let them see the broken, pathetic man I’d become.

“Cheers to that,” I muttered, raising my bottle to no one in particular before taking another swig. The burn of alcohol in my throat did nothing to dull the ache in my chest. Nothing could.

I slammed the bottle down on the counter, shaking my head as I laughed again. Louder this time. “Of course, she’s moved on. Of course.” The words tumbled out between bouts of laughter, my voice strained and tinged with something close to madness. A few people nearby exchanged glances, probably wondering if I’d lost my damn mind. Maybe I had.

It was all a joke, wasn’t it? The woman I loved…no, the woman I still loved…had moved on. She had found comfort in another man’s arms, and I was stuck here, unable to let her go.

“Sir?” The voice cut through my drunken haze, and I turned slowly to see James standing there, his face full of concern.

I blinked at him, trying to focus, but everything was blurry. “James,” I said, grinning like a fool. “You’re just in time for the party?”

He glanced at the bottles on the counter, his brow furrowing in disapproval. “Mr. Alistair, you’ve had enough. We need to leave.”

I waved him off, laughing again. “Leave? Why would I leave? This is the perfect place. Right here, with my best friend…” I held up the bottle, smirking at it…“and my shattered pride.”

James sighed, stepping closer. “I’ve found more information on Bianca Monroe Lewis. She’s been…”

I cut him off with a sharp laugh. “Bianca? You think I care about Bianca right now?!” I slammed the bottle down on the counter, the sound echoing through the bar. A few people turned to look, but I didn’t care. “Forget her, forget all of it.”

James looked at me like I’d lost and maybe I had.

tried

again.

, We

need

to

“I’ll tell you

C

You’ve had too

(oo much. Another round.”

scoffed,

approval, but I waved him over.

insisted, grabbing my arm as the bartender reluctantly set another bottle in

1. me.

of this matters anymore.” I leaned back in my chair, eyes unfocused as the alcohol seeped deeper into my veins. “You know what’s funny?” I asked, my voice slurring slightly. “I

my thoughts again. I squeezed my eyes shut,

voice barely audible

I… I can’t.” I looked at James, my eyes bloodshot and filled with a pain I couldn’t hide

watched me carefully, his expression softening. “Sir… it’s not

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