Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

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The silence that followed Daniel’s departure was almost deafening. I sank into my chair, feeling the tension slowly seeping from my body, leaving me empty but strangely light. My heart beat in an uneven rhythm as I stared at the door he’d walked out of. I’d told him everything…all the things I’d kept hidden, the truth that had eaten away at me for so long. And now that he was gone, I didn’t know what to feel.

Relief washed over me, mixed with a faint pang of loss. I’d known, deep down, that telling him the truth would break us apart. But I had to do it, even if it felt like ripping a bandage off wound that had barely started to heal. I couldn’t keep lying, not to him and not to myself.

A bitter smile crept onto my face as I remembered the way he’d looked at me. Hurt, betrayed, but almost… understanding. It was the look of someone who knew this was the end, even if he didn’t want it to be. His jaw had been clenched, eyes dark and piercing, and he’d just nodded, taking in my words one by one. I could still hear his voice, low and pained, echoing in my mind.

“I thought maybe I could change your mind. That I could be someone you’d want.” he had said, his voice strained. “You’re choosing him over me?”

I’d looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. Because I was sorry. I never wanted it to end like that.

He’d taken a shaky breath, his hands balling into fists.

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“I’ve tried, Christiana. I’ve tried to be there for you. I thought if I was patient, if I gave you time… But you’ve never seen me as more than a friend, have you?”

His words had struck deep, and I had felt the familiar sting of guilt, but I had forced myself to stand firm. I had owed him, that much, to be honest, even if it shattered us both.

I drew in a deep breath now, trying to steady myself. It was over. I’d let him go, told him the truth, and in a way, I felt… free. Like I’d been carrying a weight on my shoulders, and now, it was lifted, leaving me raw and exposed, but also unburdened.

last moments together swirl in my mind. The sorrow in his eyes, the way he had clenched his jaw, trying to mask the

only seemed to suffocate us both. In telling him the truth, I’d let go of the illusion I’d built around us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could

my eyes, my gaze drifting to the empty space in front of me, and whispered, almost to myself, “I’m sorry,

Let it fall. Let it be part of this release, this closing of

the quietness that followed, I felt a strange kind of peace. Painful, yes.

drove back to his mansion, my heart pounding, each mile feeling like a choice I couldn’t take back. The weight of what I was doing hung over me….going back to Alex, to the life we once shared. I could already hear the whispers, feel the judgment in the

myself, taking a deep breath. But the moment I stepped inside, the tension melted away There he was, standing in the middle of the entryway as

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familiar,

arms around me, holding me close. His embrace was warm, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in it, feeling his heartbeat

“I thought…” He trailed off, his grip tightening slightly. “I thought you wouldn’t come back. That you would leave the kids here and come get them tomorrow. I thought you

searching his face, seeing the vulnerability hidden beneath his usual confidence. “I’m here, Alex,” I whispered, my voice shaking

shaky breath, a small, tired smile forming on his lips. Slowly, he leaned down, and I felt his lips brush against mine, tentative, as if asking for permission. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. The kiss deepened, gentle at first, then growing more

pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine, his hands gently resting on my waist. “I missed you,” he whispered, his voice so raw it nearly broke me. “Every single minute, I missed

thinking, I lifted a hand to his face, brushing my fingers