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

my room when I heard the knock. I hadn’t called for anyone, so I assumed it was James, maybe with some documents or just checking in as

energy to deal with

jumped, and I turned, ready to reprimand

in the doorway,

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

buried their faces in my neck, it was everything. I held onto them tightly, their laughter filling the

to see me. I felt as though

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1:55 PM

Chapter III

Daddy!” Ethan said, pulling back enough to

fingers brushing over my face as if reassuring

troublemakers,” I laughed, squeezing them a little tighter.

shifted to Christiana, who stood near the doorway, watching us with a soft smile that felt as unfamiliar as it was heartwarming. She was still, her expression gentler than I’d seen in

I hugged the kids, she spoke, her voice soft yet sincere, “I… I’m sorry, Alex.” She cleared her throat, as if pushing through her own hesitation. “I tried to keep the kids away, but… you’re their father. Nothing can

glanced up at her, feeling a raw gratitude that I couldn’t put into words. “Thank you, Christiana,” I said, my voice barely a

moment, there was none of the usual frost in her eyes. There was something softer, something

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

both nodded enthusiastically, and I gave them one last hug before they bounced over to Christiana. She guided them out, her hand on Emma’s shoulder, while two of her bodyguards stationed themselves just outside the door.

clear my head. It was as though everything

moving around me like a thick fog. I leaned against the cool tiles of the shower, letting the spray drench me. It was a pathetic attempt to wash

angry. I gripped the edge of the shower, trying to ground myself, but the weight of everything pressed

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

breathed, disbelief flooding my

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

she stepped into the shower, fully clothed, and closed the distance between us. The fabric of

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