Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 126

Alexander POV.

Watching Christiana walk away shattered something inside me, and the sound of the bathroom door closing felt like a final, painful echo of everything I’d destroyed. My chest tightened as her sobs filtered through the walls, the quiet agony of each one tearing into me. I ran a hand over my face, dragging it down slowly as I cursed myself under my breath.

“Why did you bring it up again?” I muttered, pacing the room as guilt twisted in my stomach. “God, you’ve already apologized a hundred times. Why couldn’t you just let it go?”

I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair. I’d wanted to make things right, to give her the honesty she deserved. But the moment I saw her face fall, watched the old pain fill her eyes, I knew I’d only made things. worse. Even now, I could still see that look, the quiet devastation, the way her shoulders had slumped just a little as if the weight of those memories was too much to bear.

I clenched my fists, staring down at the floor. “You idiot,” I whispered harshly. “You had her back, and now…” My jaw tightened, shame flooding me as I thought of all the nights she must have cried herself to sleep, alone, while I was… God, I’d been so blind.

Since we came here, she’d never spoken about those years, never once thrown my mistakes back in my face, like she used to at other times. Christiana was so strong, stronger than anyone I’d ever known. But that only made it worse. Knowing she’d endured all of that without me while I lived in my own delusions.

I could hear the soft, broken sobs coming from the other side of the door, and it made me hate myself even more. I felt my throat tighten, raw with the things I couldn’t take back, the regrets that would forever scar what we had now.

I stood, stepping toward the bathroom door, my hand hovering over it, wanting so desperately to open it, to reach out to her. “Christiana…” My voice came out as a whisper, barely loud even to myself. I knew she didn’t want me near her right now. She’d made that clear. But I couldn’t just leave it like this.

I leaned my forehead against the door, closing my eyes as the memories of my own failures taunted me. How many times had she begged me back then, pleaded with me to listen, to see the truth? And how many times had I turned my back on her, convinced she was somehow the problem? I felt my jaw clench, my hands balling into fists as anger, no, self–loathing…boiled up inside me.

“Christiana,” I said, a bit louder this time, knowing she likely didn’t want to hear it. “I… I know you need space, but please… please know I’m sorry. I’d give anything to erase it all if I could.”

I leaned back, letting out a shaky breath, frustration and regret choking me as I ran a hand through my hair again. This wasn’t the first time I’d apologized, hell, I’d spent every day since she’d let me back in her life trying to prove how sorry I was. But it never felt like enough. I’d betrayed her, humiliated her, and left her when she needed me most. And now… now I was lucky enough to have her by my side again, and I was doing everything in my power to mess it up.

I paced back across the room, my mind clouded with memories of the past. The image of her being pregnant, working those late nights at that damn restaurant, waiting tables to make ends meet… It haunted me. I’d been so lost, so wrapped up in my own arrogance, that I hadn’t even realized what she was going through.

My voice cracked as I muttered to myself, “You don’t deserve her. Not after everything you put her through.”

But she’d done something I never had, she’d survived. She’d fought through every hardship I’d put her through, raising our children alone while I… while I played house with

up in my chest. “Christiana… I know I can’t take back what I did. But I swear… I swear to you, I’ll spend the rest of my

letting the silence fill the room. I wanted so badly to hold her, to tell her that I loved her, that I was sorry. But I knew better. This was a wound she needed to feel, needed to process. And maybe I deserved the pain of standing here alone, waiting for

step back, swallowing hard as I forced myself to turn away. “Give her space, Alex,” I muttered under my breath, my hands clenching at my sides.

sat back on the bed, the guilt weighed heavier than ever, and I knew one thing with absolute

C

Chapter 126

her again. Even if it

me what to do next. My fingers were clenched so tightly my knuckles were white, a thin thread of pain grounding me while my mind spun through every shameful memory, every careless decision that had

that I knew what I wanted… I

the knife and walked away, leaving her to bleed. But the truth was, I’d been the one blinded by my arrogance, too proud to even consider that I was wrong. And now… now

deserved happiness, things I’d robbed her of when I chose someone else. And now, here I was, sitting in a hotel room like a fool, hoping she’d forgive me, praying that one

bathroom door clicked open, and I stood up instinctively, my heart pounding as Christiana stepped out, her face pale but composed. Her eyes were red–rimmed, and the sight made my chest ache in a

her,

space. Just for a little while.” Her voice cracked slightly, and I could see the tremor in her hands, the faint struggle to keep her composure. “I just need time to…

her close and beg her to let me make it right, I forced myself

course,” I said quietly, my voice rough. “Take all the time you need, Christiana. I’ll… I’ll be here

me a small, almost broken nod, her gaze staying on me for a moment longer before she turned and walked to the far side of the room, sinking down onto

able to bridge. I wanted to speak, to say something, anything that would ease the pain I could

each one pressing down on me like a weight, and I cursed myself under my breath again, the guilt settling in deeper, heavier. I’d been so selfish, so utterly blind to the depth of Christiana’s pain. All those years she’d spent alone, all the sacrifices she’d made for our children, while I’d been off chasing illusions, thinking I was somehow justified. And now I had the gall to dredge it all up, to ask her to relive the hurt I’d

her expression unreadable, of exhaustion and something deeper, something I didn’t dare to name. When she spoke, her voice was soft,

tried so hard to let it go,” she said, her gaze distant. “I tried to forgive, to move past it, for the kids‘ sake. But sometimes, Alex… sometimes it’s

and I felt a raw, desperate need to make her understand how sorry I was, to let her see that I would do