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.

poison, the knowledge that

morning light barely filtered through my room when I heard the knock. I hadn’t called for anyone, so I assumed it was James, maybe with some documents

a moment,” I called out, trying to summon the energy to deal with the outside world, not realizing the whirlwind that

jumped, and I turned, ready to reprimand whoever it was… but my words

the doorway, was Christiana….and our

as they ran toward me. For a second, I couldn’t move. I simply stared,

they buried their faces

me.

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1:55 PM

Chapter III

pulling back enough to look at me, his

in, her tiny fingers brushing over my face as

a little tighter.

felt as unfamiliar as it was heartwarming. She was still, her expression gentler than I’d seen in a long time. And that smile…it wasn’t her usual restrained or

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

was holding onto. I glanced up at her, feeling a raw gratitude that I couldn’t put into words.

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. It

Emma’s, before pulling back. “How about you two go outside with your mom for a second?

hand 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

trying to clear my head. It was as though everything that had gone

shower, letting the spray drench me.

eyes lit up when she was angry. I gripped the edge of the shower, trying to ground myself, but the weight of everything pressed

creaked open, and my heart raced. I turned, wondering who in the hell was that, but as

breathed, disbelief flooding

breathing heavily as she pushed the door closed behind her. The steam wrapped around her like a veil, and for a moment, it felt

the 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,

you doing?” I managed to choke out, but she