Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 113

Christiana’s POV.

I couldn’t stop smiling. A part of me felt like I was floating, the other part so full I was sure it would burst. After finally telling Alex I loved him, that I had always loved him…I felt light, like some heavy burden had finally slipped from my shoulders. There was no more hiding, no more holding back. It was just us, bare and real. And Alex…he looked at me like he’d won the world.

He hadn’t stopped smiling since, either. Even now, as we stood side–by–side in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, he had that lovestruck grin plastered on his face, making him look almost boyish. “I can’t believe this,” he murmured, almost to himself, watching as I poured the batter into the pan. “Feels like a dream.”

I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow playfully. “If this were a dream, you wouldn’t be cooking breakfast. You’d probably be waiting at the table with a newspaper.”

He laughed, a deep, soft sound that sent warmth flooding through me. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t mind it at all. Being here with you like this? It’s everything.” He reached over, brushing a stray hair from my face, and let his hand linger, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek.

I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth, and whispered, “You’re acting like a lovesick teenager, you know.”

He just laughed, unabashed. “That’s exactly how I feel. I’m not afraid to admit it.”

The smell of sizzling pancakes filled the kitchen, but it was the laughter…ours and the kids…that made the moment feel alive. Ethan and Emma came tumbling into the kitchen, their eyes lighting up when they saw us together. Ethan let out a small gasp, his eyes wide. “Are we having breakfast…all together?”

I nodded, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Yes, we are. Your dad’s actually cooking for once.”

Alex ruffled Ethan’s hair, laughing as he did so. “Hey, give me some credit. I’m a master at breakfast.”

Emma giggled, climbing onto one of the chairs. “Does this mean Daddy’s staying with us forever?”

The question hung in the air, and Alex and I exchanged a look, one so full of unspoken promises that it felt like everything in the world was right. Alex knelt down beside her, looking her straight in the eye. “If your mom lets me,” he said softly, casting me a meaningful glance, “I’ll stay as long as she’ll have me.”

I felt my throat tighten, emotions bubbling up, but I managed a playful smile. “Well, I’ll consider it. But only if you make the pancakes next time, too.”

Ethan and Emma erupted into laughter, and Alex joined in, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. For the first time in what felt like forever, we felt like a family…a real, whole, and complete family. The kids couldn’t stop smiling, and their happiness was infectious.

As we sat around the table, I watched Alex with the kids, how he listened to their stories, his gaze warm and patient. He asked Ethan about school, nodded seriously when Emma rambled on about her favorite toy, and every so often, he’d look up at me, catching my eye with a look that left me breathless.

He reached over, squeezing my hand under the table. “Christiana,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion, “this… right here. It feels like a dream come true.”

My heart clenched, with joy and disbelief coursing through me. “For me too, Alex.”

a gentle kiss to my fingers. “Then I’ll spend every day

at our family…the family we’d fought so hard to be… I felt

Few hours later.

finally settled, their soft breaths the only sound echoing through the quiet, spacious halls of Alex’s home. I stood there, feeling the weight of everything that had happened press down on me, and Alex was beside me, his hand gently

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my shoulder, grounding

He turned to face me, and his eyes were intense, filled with

heart hammering against my chest. Part of me wanted to find comfort in his words, to believe that he could somehow shield us

frustration. “Bianca is still out there, and she’s dangerous. She needs to be exposed for who she really is. She

looked down for a moment, a shadow of guilt crossing his features. “I know,” he said, nodding slowly. “And it’s all my fault. I let her get this close. I should have seen

sharp, but I didn’t pull away from him. I needed to be close, to feel his warmth, even if

voice filled with a

easily. I couldn’t afford to. “Alex… promises aren’t enough this

he murmured, voice soft. His gaze held mine, steady and unyielding. “But I need you to trust me. Trust that I will handle

at me, like I was the only person in the world, it broke down a part of my

of something dark crossed his eyes. “She will,” he said with chilling certainty.

He was serious, there was a fierceness in him, a determination that left no room for doubt.

a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. “You and the kids are my life, Christiana. I’ll protect you with

could see how deeply he meant every word, how ready he was to put everything on the line for us.

struggling to hold back the swell of emotion in my chest. His fingers slid to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. His gaze was tender, filled with love that was

voice thick with emotion. “You, and the

feel this warmth, this comfort, and yet here I was, my heart racing in his presence. “You’re a fool, you know that?” I said, my voice barely a

you.” He

against my knuckles once more,

let go of my hand before saying. “Daniel Brooks,” as if the name was just drawn to him and ruined the

at Alex, his face tight, guarded, the hurt still raw in his eyes. The mention of Daniel had made

voice steady, hoping to bring some calm to this storm. “There’s nothing between us. He’s…

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