Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 128

Alexander POV.

The pool was calm, the water cool against my skin as I leaned back, letting my arms rest on the pool’s edge. Alone, for once, with my thoughts. The past few days had been… complicated. Christiana was avoiding me, and I couldn’t blame her. It felt like each time I looked at her, my guilt grew, pressing into my chest like a weight I could barely bear. I missed her, missed the way we used to laugh and talk about everything. And I missed just… being with her. But I knew I had to be patient; she deserved that.

Then I heard the faint shuffle of footsteps.

I lifted my head, and there she was….Christiana, with a towel wrapped around her, stepping carefully across the tiled floor. She wasn’t smiling, her face calm and unreadable, but just seeing her was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

I froze, my breath catching as she stopped by the side of the pool, her fingers curling around the edge of the towel. She paused, then let it drop, and I swear time stopped.

She was wearing a black bikini that hugged every inch of her curves, a perfect balance of elegance and allure. The top had thin straps that emphasized her bare shoulders, and the bottom was high–waisted, accentuating her hips in a way that made me forget, just for a moment, every other thought in my mind. She was absolutely stunning, her skin glowing, her hair cascading over her shoulders like some goddess walking into a dream.

I tried to keep my cool, but the sight of her left me dazed. She slid into the water with an effortless grace, dipping her head back as she swam a few slow, measured strokes. I forced myself to keep my distance, my gaze following her while I tried not to intrude. Maybe she just needed this…some time to herself. I could respect that.

But after a minute, she drifted closer, her gaze finding mine as she moved through the water. And then, she stopped right by my side, looking up at me with that small, soft smile that I’d missed so much.

“Hey,” she said, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.

“Hey,” I replied, managing a tight–lipped smile. I kept my hands resting against the edge of the pool, not wanting to push her. I could feel every beat of my heart echoing in my chest as I took in her expression, the way water glistened on her skin, the light catching in her eyes. God, I missed her.

She took a breath, glancing away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “I wanted to say… I’m sorry. For the way I acted these past few days. I just…” She paused, pressing her lips together. “I needed some time to process everything.”

slowly, letting her words sink in. “I understand,” I said, my voice calm. “You had every right to feel

looking almost frustrated with herself. “No, I… I was being selfish. You’ve been trying so hard, and I kept shutting

reach out but holding back. “Chris, you went through

expression softening. “It’s just… seeing you with the kids, remembering all those moments… It hurts, Alex. But it’s not

finally lifting. “So…. you’re not leaving me?” My voice was light, but beneath it, there was an ache, a need to hear her

murmured, reaching up to touch my face, her fingers trailing along my jaw. “I just needed some

with that, everything else faded away. I closed the distance between us, pulling her into my arms

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The kiss was slow, lingering, filled with all the words we hadn’t said. I could feel the warmth of her

mattered—just us, here,

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hurt and doubt, revealing the bond we’d shared all along but had been buried under years of regret. She was opening up to

children had, with wide eyes and knowing smiles, as if they were aware of some unspoken magic. One morning, as we sat down for breakfast, they both looked at us with that mischievous spark that could only mean

chair, “are you and Daddy still mad at

me. “No, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy are okay now,” she said, her voice filled with a gentleness

me a sly look. “So you like Mommy again?” she asked, as if daring