Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 117

Alexander’s POV.

The last three days had been a perfect…three days of Christiana and the kids here, in my home, surrounded by security and the kind of tension you could taste in the air. We had the best of my team and her personal security covering every inch of the grounds, and yet there was this constant awareness that someone wanted to see us fall, someone as ruthless as Bianca Lewis Monroe. But right now, those threats seemed far away, pushed to the back of our minds, drowned in the intensity of the present.

Christiana was here. She and the kids were with me, and after years of distance, anger, and regret, she was in my arms.

Late last night, after we’d finally convinced the kids to sleep in their new room…carefully decorated just for them…Christiana and I had crept back to the master bedroom like two people who couldn’t believe they’d found their way back to each other. Her hair was a mess of curls across the pillow, her breaths soft, and I couldn’t stop watching her, as if at any moment she’d slip through my fingers again.

I reached out, brushing a hand over her bare shoulder, and she stirred, her eyes blinking open, meeting mine with a softness that cut through every cold wall I’d built around myself over the years.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, her voice still sleepy, like a whisper that could slice through stone.

I smiled letting my hand trace down her arm. “That I’m the luckiest man alive, and a damn fool for not realizing it sooner.”

She laughed, low and quiet, pressing her hand to my cheek, and in that moment, the world was a thousand miles away… Bianca, the threats, everything. It was just us.

Over the past three days, we’d been making up for lost time with a kind of desperation, through love making..and rough, hard sex… as if every touch, every kiss, could make up for the years we’d wasted apart. But it wasn’t just about the physical…it was the way she looked at me now, like maybe, just maybe, she saw something more than the hardened billionaire I’d become.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me out of the moment. I grabbed it, glancing at the screen…another security update. I frowned, setting it down without a second thought. She noticed.

“More updates?” she asked, her eyes sharp.

“Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.” I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine, and for a moment, she melted against me. But then she pulled back, staring at me with affection and exasperation.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend for me. I can see the tension in your shoulders, Alex. I know you’re worried.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Of course, I am. But as long as you and the kids are here, with me, we have the best protection money can buy. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

She gave me a soft smile, a sadness in her eyes. “It’s just strange, isn’t it? That after all this time, the thing bringing us back together is danger.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of those words. “Yeah. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful for it.”

blush coloring her cheeks, before she turned back to me with a challenging gleam in her eyes. “Then stop talking,

was all the invitation I

security feed analyzed, and every lead on Bianca was being tracked. But here, in this room, with Christiana beside me, it was like none of it mattered. All that existed was this….this moment,

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fact that she was, and always had been, the only

would protect her with every

headlines were everywhere the

Reunites with Ex–Wife Christiana Davis After Five Years of

outlet, every gossip column, even business magazines had picked it up, and the internet was ablaze with our story. I could almost hear the collective gasp of the public, our reunion had become

it as well as I did. She sat on the edge of our bed, scrolling through article after article on her phone, her

head. “We could have eased

shoulder. “Why hide, love? Let them talk. We’ve lived in the shadows long enough.” I looked into her eyes, hoping she’d see what I was trying to say. “I’m not ashamed of

that… it’s just…” She trailed off, glancing down.

and the kids mean everything to me, and I’m not about to let the opinions of

finally relaxing a

up to see Emma

about you and Mommy being

lap. “It means your mom and I are unstoppable when we’re

fascination. “Mommy, can we tell everyone we’re a family

speechless, before nodding, her voice gentle. “Yes, sweetheart. We’re a family, and we’re not

two of us. “So, are we going to start doing stuff together? Like… family stuff?

a glance, and I saw the same spark of possibility in her eyes that I felt. It was hard to deny that, despite the craziness of everything, this

look, “how about we plan something special this weekend?

joy infectious. Even Christiana couldn’t help but smile, her eyes softening as she watched them. She leaned in, her

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