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.

our world tour,” he announced with a grin, and the kids echoed him

lights, marble 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 to meet him, his gaze swept over me in a way that made my heart

arm. I could only nod, my breath caught, feeling that familiar thrill that had once drawn us

laughter echoed around us. I caught sight of Alex looking down at me, a soft smile playing on his lips as he lifted Emma into his arms to spin her

I watched them together, something inside me softened. It was surreal. The man who had once been my

walked back to the hotel, the kids fast asleep in our arms.

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as if we were

been incredible,” I whispered, glancing over at

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

pain of our past was still there, but for now, it felt like we had put it aside. For Ethan and Emma. For ourselves. For the

held his hand, I found myself wondering if, maybe, just maybe, it was possible to believe in second

couldn’t help but feel a thrill bubbling up inside me. Beside me, Alex was relaxed, his hand lightly intertwined with mine as he poured champagne into my glass, his eyes never

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

that much more surreal. The city sparkled below us like a scattering of

planning, Alex?” I teased, narrowing my eyes at him as he tried, and failed….to hide a smug

He leaned back, tilting his head to look at me

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

over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind

and he leaned forward, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Look down,”

in letters so large they could