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.”

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

around the table, at our family…the family we’d fought so hard to be… I felt like, for the first time, everything was

Few hours later.

quiet, spacious halls of Alex’s home. I stood there, feeling the weight of everything that had happened press

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my shoulder, grounding

turned to face me, and his eyes were intense, filled with something fierce and bold.

in his words, to believe that he could somehow shield us from the darkness that Bianca had brought into our lives. But I couldn’t

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

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

have.” My words were sharp, but I didn’t pull away from

took it gently, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll make it right, Christiana,” he promised, his voice filled with a quiet, determined intensity. “I’ll do whatever it takes to

so easily. I couldn’t afford to.

on my cheek. “I know,” he murmured, voice soft. His gaze held mine, steady and unyielding. “But I need you

he was looking at me, like I was the only person in the world, it broke down a part of my defenses. “I just… I need her to face the consequences, Alex. I need her to suffer for

and a flicker of something dark crossed his eyes. “She

He was serious, there was a fierceness in him, a determination

warm against my skin. “You and

in so long. I could see how deeply he meant every word, how ready he was to put everything on the line for us. His love, the fierce devotion

I whispered, struggling to hold back the swell of emotion in my chest. His fingers slid to my chin, tilting my face up

voice thick

and yet here I was,

leaving mine. “Then let me be a fool for you.” He took my hand and brought it to his lips again, his eyes dark with

just for a moment, as his lips brushed against my knuckles once more, the world

pulled away from me as if touching me burnt him, and he let go of my hand before saying. “Daniel Brooks,” as if the name was just drawn to him

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

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

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