Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 110

Christiana’s POV

I watched Alex’s head slump forward, his breathing heavy and uneven, eyes shut against the world. He was completely passed out now, his frame weighed down by more than just alcohol.

Seeing him like this, so unlike the confident man who once ruled my world, left a dull ache in my chest. I had no idea how much seeing me with Daniel had crushed him, but it was all there now, laid bare through slurred words and broken confessions.

“Ma’am.” James said softly, his tone as careful as his movements as he tried to hoist Alex from his barstool. “Could you… could you help me get him to the car?”

I took a shaky breath, nodding, and moved to take Alex’s other side. Together, James and I maneuvered him out of the bar, his weight leaning heavily against me. Every step felt like dragging the memories of what we’d been, what we’d had, through the glow of streetlights outside. Even after everything, even with every hurtful word and all the pain, Alex still had a hold on me. I hated it. I hated that I still felt things I had no business feeling. Yet, with his arm spread over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but feel the spark of the connection we’d once shared.

We reached the car, and James opened the door, gently guiding Alex into the backseat. I watched as he slumped against the leather, his face softening into a vulnerability I’d rarely seen, even in the days when he was mine. My ex–husband, so hardened, so prideful, had been brought low tonight. And it was all because of me.

There was so much I wanted to say… words that pressed against my throat, words I’d held back tonight because I didn’t know iff’d survive saying them out loud. I should’ve told him I understood, that I felt something too, but my fear was stronger. What if all it did was pull me back to him, just to shatter me again?

With a tired sigh, I placed my hand on the car door, my shoulders sagging as I watched James close it from the other side. I took a step back as he started the engine, and then the car slowly pulled away. Alex was gone, but the ache he left stayed, settling in the pit of my stomach. I hated the feeling. I hated that, after all these years, he still had this kind of power over

1. me.

“Ma’am.”

The voice made me look up, and I saw three towering figures step forward from where they had been hiding. My bodyguards, strong and vigilant as always. They were a constant, ever–present in my life now that I had threats like Bianca Monroe Lewis lurking in the background, waiting for any chance to strike.

expression, his dark eyes watching the street while the other two stood behind me, every inch the protective walls

ma’am,” one of them said, his deep voice cutting

gaze drifted back to where Alex’s car had disappeared. “Thank

away. My mind drifted as we walked, replaying everything Alex had said. He’d been hurt…really hurt, seeing me with Daniel, and it tore me apart to know I’d been the one who pushed him to that edge. Seeing him like this reminded me of all the feelings

rushing back because of one reckless mistake. And now, I was here, wrestling with emotions I’d buried deep,

in

to find a way back into my mind…and maybe even

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Chapter 110

car pulled up to the entrance, two guards stepped forward, their movements quick and silent. I barely noticed them as they opened the door and escorted me up the grand staircase Security was doubled now…bodyguards stood at every corner, by every door. I felt the weight of their vigilance, like a reminder that nothing in my life

to my suite, the guard nodded and unlocked it, stepping aside to let me in. I murmured a quiet thank- you, though my mind was already somewhere else. The instant the door clicked shut, I was enveloped by the cool,

bed, small and fragile in the light, her eyes wide and wet as they looked up at me. Her httle hands were clutched in her lap, fingers twisting together anxiously. My heart

whispered, my voice barely

her face crumpled, tears welling up in her big, innocent eyes. “Mommy…” Her voice was so small, so broken, it tore at every part of me. She got up from the bed, and before I could

against mine as she buried her