Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 109

Christiana’s POV.

I had tried to stay calm, but it was useless. Alex had invaded my mind, leaving me restless, pacing around my apartment as if moving could shake off the weight of him. His eyes….haunted, broken…when he saw me in Daniel’s arms, they haunted me. The man who always had something to say, who could cut you down with his words or charm you with a smile, had been silent. And it wasn’t just the silence. It was the way he looked at me, like his soul had been ripped from his body.

I couldn’t sit still any longer.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed my keys and stormed out, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to find him. The thought of him drowning in whatever darkness had taken him down gnawed at me, even though I despised him… hated him for how he made me feel, for never letting me forget.

After what felt like hours of searching, I finally spotted him through the glass walls of a bar. He was hunched over the counter, his back to the door, and James, his ever–loyal P.A., stood beside him. From the empty bottles scattered around, it was clear he was drunk…very drunk. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the unease that gripped me, but it was no use. The sight of him like that hit me harder than I expected.

Quickly, I walked in, after puffing out a heavy breath.

And then I stood there for a moment, frozen, watching. Then I heard him, his voice, slurred but still unmistakably his.

“I know,” he muttered, taking another swig. “I saw the way she looked at him. She never looked at me like that. Never.”

I clenched my fists. He was talking about me.

My breath hitched in my throat as he suddenly turned, as if sensing my presence. His eyes found mine, while I was standing there, and for a second, everything stopped. The world around us faded away, and it was just him and me. His eyes…God, his eye…were filled with so much pain, and beneath all that drunken state, there was love. I hated it. I hated how much I could still feel it.

“Christiana,” he was shocked for some seconds upon seeing me there, and I knew it was because I was the last person he was expecting to see at that moment.

He stumbled to his feet, knocking the empty bottles aside.

I marched over to him, ignoring the curious stares from the other patrons. My chest was tight, emotions swirling, couldn’t decide if I was angry or just heartbroken.

and

I

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, yanking the bottle out of his hand and slamming it on the counter. He chuckled, his voice low and thick with alcohol. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” His eyes roamed over me, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl, but not because it was unwanted…because I hated how much power he still had over me. “Where’s Daniel? Hm? Still comforting you?”

I narrowed my eyes, fury bubbling up inside me. “You’re a fool, Alex. A complete fool.”

His smile faltered for a moment before he laughed again, a hollow, bitter sound. “Yeah… I guess I am.” He leaned closer, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “But look at you. Always so damn perfect,”

hissed. “You

his salvation and his ruin. “I saw the way he looked at you. Daniel… he’s in love with

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pounding in my ears. “What the hell are you talking

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mouth, Christiana?” His voice rose, and he grabbed my arm, his grip tight

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Alex! You’re drunk, and you don’t know what

of silence between us, the air thick with tension. James shifted uncomfortably beside us, clearly not knowing what to do. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t look away from Alex. The

almost pleading. “You’re good at avoiding me, Christiana. Good at disregarding everything I’ve tried to do, at making me feel like

something, but nothing came out. I hated him. I hated him so much, but seeing him

moment, it felt like the world had stopped again. The love in his eyes, mixed with all that pain, was too

couldn’t speak. I couldn’t

It was too much.

inside me broke, and before I could stop myself, I stepped forward, closing

voice was low but he heard it. He looked up at me, his drunken haze

his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, my frustration boiling over. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to make me feel like I’m the one who’s ruined everything when you’re the one who walked

could see the storm brewing behind them. “I never walked away,” he slurred, leaning back on the barstool, his gaze still locked on mine. “You… you pushed me out.

my chest, trying to keep myself together. “Don’t twist this. You know that’s not

How you’d pull back every time things got real? Every time I tried to get closer,

clenched my fists, shaking my head in disbelief. “You have no idea what

he could respond, the lights in the bar flickered once, then went out entirely. A collective gasp spread through the room, the sudden darkness swallowing us whole. For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with tension and the smell of spilled

reach out, grasping my arm. Alex, even in his drunken state, had found

and rough, laced with something

and footsteps as people fumbled in the dark. But all I could focus on was the warmth of his hand on

I didn’t want to care about him like this, to feel anything for him. Yet, here I was, drawn

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me screamed to

once more, and for a moment, everything else fell away. His gaze was soft but filled with the weight of everything unsaid. “You never