Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 118

Christiana’s POV.

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The next few weeks felt like a dream. Every morning, I woke up in a new city, greeted by towering skylines, busy streets, or the soft, endless blue of the ocean. The entire world had opened up for us, each new destination more dazzling than the last. I looked over at Alexander as he gave directions to our driver in fluent French, his presence a magnet for attention wherever we went. The kids, wide–eyed and bubbling with excitement, clung to his hands, pulling him forward as if they couldn’t wait another second to explore the next corner of the world.

We were in Paris first, with the Eiffel Tower glowing against the night sky. Our twins, Ethan and Emma, couldn’t stop talking about it. Their eyes shone brighter than any of the lights as they ran around, giggling in awe, while Alex lifted them high on his shoulders one by one, so they could “touch the stars.”

“Mom, look!” Emma squealed as she held my hand, pointing up. “It’s even prettier than I imagined!”

“It’s magical, sweetheart,” I whispered, and I meant it. Seeing Paris with them, seeing it through their eyes….was surreal. I glanced at Alex beside me, who was grinning like I hadn’t seen him grin in years, and it struck me how surreal this entire trip

was.

It was impossible not to feel like a family again, with him effortlessly switching between languages, ensuring we had the best seats, the best views, the best of everything. Despite the lavish treatment, it was his warmth with the kids that surprised me. Every glance, every gentle touch, spoke volumes about how much he adored them. And they, in return, clung to him as if he were the one constant in their ever–changing world.

In Italy, he took us to the opera, where the twins were spellbound, sitting between us as the music swept over them. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Ethan and Emma so happy. They were practically glowing, laughing and holding our hands as if they were afraid it would all disappear if they let go.

“Can we go to another one tomorrow?” Ethan asked, his face alight.

Alex leaned down, his eyes warm. “Anything you want, buddy.”

I found myself watching Alex more than the performers. He looked at the kids with such softness in his eyes, it was like Seeing a whole new man. It was overwhelming, being here like this, as if none of the pain or distance had ever existed between us.

One night, in a quiet restaurant on the Amalfi Coast, Alex ordered enough pasta to fill a table. He poured us all sparkling water, clinking glasses with the twins, making them feel so grown–up.

world tour,” he announced with a grin, and the kids echoed him in excited voices, their laughter ringing out as we toasted to

floors, and chandeliers that seemed to touch the sky. The twins wore matching outfits he’d picked out, and I had a stunning gown waiting in my room. When I walked down the staircase

he offered his arm. I could only

with the kids under the glimmering lights, and their laughter echoed around us. I caught sight of

something inside me softened. It was surreal. The man who had once been my world, who had once broken me,

one point, Alex slipped his hand into mine as we walked back to the hotel, the kids fast asleep in our arms. I

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in years, it felt right, as if we were still bound by something deeper than

I whispered, glancing

his expression gentle, almost vulnerable. “I’m just glad

but for now, it felt like

if, maybe, just maybe, it was possible to believe in

thrill bubbling up inside me. Beside me, Alex was

that smile that always melted my defenses. I clinked my glass

below us like a scattering of

at him

an ulterior motive?” He leaned

when that man is you,” I shot back, raising a brow. “You always

of hair behind my ear. “You’re right. I

a wide, open field, Alex’s grip tightened on my hand, and he leaned forward, a mischievous

field below, in letters so large they could be seen from the air, were three simple words, spelled out in