Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 111

Alexander POV.

I woke up to a pounding headache, the kind that felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to my skull.

Groaning, I pushed myself up, the sheets twisted around my legs.

My mouth felt like sandpaper, and as I ran a hand through my hair, the night came back to me in flashes….her face, the bar, my hand gripping her arm.

Christiana.

The memory hit me like a slap to the face, and I slumped back, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. I’d been an idiot, a complete, utter idiot. My own voice from last night echoed in my head: “Did he touch you? Your hands, your body?” I winced, pressing a hand to my temple. What the hell had I been thinking? I’d torn down every inch of pride I’d built up in a single night, laid bare every weak part of me, and for what?

For the first time in years, I felt like I was losing myself.

I dragged myself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I gripped the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection looking as ragged as I felt. There was a weight in my chest, something sharp and heavy, that only seemed to grow as I remembered the look in her eyes. She’d been angry…furious even, but there had been something else, something that only twisted the knife deeper.

I could still hear her voice in my head, that mix of anger and hurt. “You’re a fool, Alex. A complete fool.”

She was right.

I let out a deep breath, trying to pull myself together, but the hangover wasn’t just physical… it was like her presence lingered, that sharp reminder of every mistake I’d made, of every reason she had to hate me.

“Good job, Alex,” I muttered to myself, my voice heavy with sarcasm. “Way to really make an impression.”

I closed my eyes, jaw clenched. I knew what I had to do. I’d made up my mind, but it felt like ripping out a piece of myself. For Christiana’s sake…for the kids, I’d keep my distance. She’d never forgive me if I showed up at her door again, not after last night. But that didn’t mean I’d leave her without protection.

I knew Bianca was free, lurking somewhere, and with every nerve in my body, I sensed she’d come back with a vengeance. It was a game of caution now, and I couldn’t afford to make any more mistakes. Not with the people I cared about most on the line.

So I’d keep out of Christiana’s way. I’d make sure she was safe, but from afar. She wouldn’t even know I was there, watching, protecting.

in my chest like poison, the knowledge that this was how

heard the knock. I hadn’t called for anyone, so I assumed it was James, maybe with

out, trying to summon the energy to deal with the outside world, not realizing the whirlwind that

open. My heart jumped, and I turned, ready to reprimand whoever it was… but

in the doorway, was Christiana….and our

unison, their little faces lighting up as they ran toward me. For a second, I couldn’t move. I simply stared, stunned,

arms, still trying to believe they were real. The feel of their warmth, the way they buried their faces

kids to see me. I felt as

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back enough to look at me, his big

chimed in, her tiny fingers brushing over my face as if reassuring herself I

a little tighter. “I missed you more than you could

near the doorway, watching us with a soft smile that felt as unfamiliar as it was heartwarming. She

Alex.” She cleared her throat, as if pushing through her own hesitation. “I tried to keep the kids away, but…

sank in, melting away something I hadn’t realized I was holding onto. I glanced up at her, feeling a raw gratitude that I couldn’t put into words. “Thank you, Christiana,” I said,

nodded, her gaze meeting mine, and for a brief moment, there was none of the usual frost in her eyes. There was something softer, something that made my chest tighten.

pulling back. “How about you two go outside with your mom for a second? Daddy needs to

on Emma’s shoulder, while two of her bodyguards stationed themselves just outside the door. As the door clicked shut, I leaned back, taking a deep

head. It was as though everything that had gone wrong

sound of running water filled the bathroom, steam moving around me like a thick fog. I leaned against the cool tiles of the shower, letting the spray drench me. It was

when she was angry. I gripped the edge of the shower, trying to ground

who in the hell was that, but as the figure

I breathed, disbelief flooding

and for a

shower, fully clothed, and closed the distance between us. The fabric of her dress clung to her body, soaking up the water, and I could only stare, utterly

choke out, but she silenced me with a fierce