Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 132

Alexander’s POV.

Sebastian smirked, a cocky tilt to his lips, even though he looked like he’d been through hell. “In the flesh,” he said, hís voice rough, filled with sarcasm, as if this moment was nothing more than a casual reunion.

But for me, it was everything. I didn’t care about the tattered clothes hanging off his thin frame or the layer of grime on his face. All I saw was my brother. My blood. The person I’d been searching for nearly eight years, now standing in front of me.

Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us in two strides and pulled him into a tight hug. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, his hands awkwardly patting my back. I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, holding him as if letting go would mean losing him again.

“Sebastian” I murmured, patting his back as emotions surged through me. “You’re here. You’re finally here.”

He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension in his body giving way as he stood there, letting me hold him. I leaned back slightly, my hands still on his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. They were the same stormy gray as mine, but haunted. Worn. Like he’d lived a thousand lifetimes of pain since I’d last tried to reach him.

“You look terrible,” I said softly, a weak attempt at humor, though my voice cracked with emotion. “What the hell happened. to you, Sebastian?”

His smirk faltered, and his gaze dropped to the floor. “I’ve been surviving, Alex. That’s what’s happened. From hand to mouth. Day by day.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but each word hit me like a hammer.

I gritted my teeth, anger and guilt twisting inside me. “Why didn’t you come to me? I could’ve…”

“Because I didn’t want your charity!” he snapped, his voice sharp as he looked up, his eyes blazing with anger, But then, just as quickly, his expression crumbled. “I didn’t…I couldn’t…”

His voice broke, and he turned away, his shoulders shaking. I stepped closer, placing a hand firmly on his back. “Sebastian,” I said, my tone steady but filled with determination, “you’re my brother. My blood. This isn’t charity. You should’ve come to me.”

He let out a ragged breath, and then, to my shock, he burst into tears. The sound was raw, guttural, like years of pain and bitterness spilling out all at once. It tore at my heart, and I pulled him into another hug, holding him tightly as his sobs. wracked his body.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out between gasps. “I just…I didn’t know how to… I didn’t think you’d…”

“Stop,” I interrupted firmly, my voice soft but unyielding. “You don’t have to explain. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. You and your mother won’t suffer again. Do you hear me?” I pulled back to look him in the eyes, gripping his shoulders tightly. “From now on, you’ll live like me. Because you’re my brother. My family. And I take care of my family.”

He stared at me, his tear–streaked face filled with both disbelief and gratitude. “Alex, I—”

“No arguments,” I said, cutting him off. “This isn’t up for debate. You’re moving into a new place, and we’re going to fix everything.”

For a moment, he just stood there, staring at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, he nodded, his shoulders slumping as the fight left him.

“Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Okay.”

I nodded, gripping his shoulders one last time before releasing Him. As I stepped back, I felt a sense of relief and purpose wash over me. My brother was here. And no matter what it took, I was going to make things right.

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The weight of Sebastian words sat heavy in my chest as I drove Him to one of my estates. The sprawling mansion stood ahead, its towering gates opening automatically as we approached. I glanced at Sebastianin the passenger seat, his eyes wide as he took it all in. His torn shirt and grimy jeans were such an opposite to the sleek luxury of the car’s leather interior that it made my heart ache. He had suffered far too long.

in front of the massive

follow He hesitated for a second, as though he didn’t believe this was real,

The marble floors gleaned under the chandelier’s light, and the expansive hall stretched endlessly, adorned with fine art and intricate furnishings. Sebastian Stood frozen, his jaw tightening, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. I knew what he was thinking… that this was too much, that

said, my voice firm as I walked up to him. “This is

at me, his stormy

tears. “Alex, I

brother. I want you to have everything

mission to shower him with everything he’d missed out on. First, we walked through the house, and I pointed out the guest rooms. “Pick whichever one you like,”

respond, but the look in his eyes, which were of awe and disbelief, spoke volumes. After the house tour, I called my personal shopper and ordered a wardrobe overhaul for him. We visited the dressing rooms I kept in the mansion,` where racks of designer suits, casual wear, and shoes were delivered

a sleek black sports car, a luxury SUV, and a classic convertible. Sebastian’s

is this?” he asked, his voice

cars,” I said simply. “You’ll need

cheque from my pocket and handing it to him. “For you. Ten million dollars.

cheque like it might explode in his hands. His entire body trembled as he slowly sank to his knees, his

holding him steady. “Don’t ever kneel to me. You’re

his face. “I don’t know what to say. No one has ever…

patting his back as his sobs shook his body. “You don’t have to

him in the eye. “Where’s your mom? Bring her

of tears spilled down his cheeks. “She’s gone, Alex. She passed away

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cracked, raw with pain. “I buried

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my heart broke for

you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And even if I did, I didn’t

“You’re wrong. I would’ve

held him, stroking his back, whispering promises I intended to keep. “You’re not alone anymore. I’m here now, and

each other. I didn’t care

the surface of making up for the years he’d suffered. After ensuring he was settled in one of the grander guest rooms…though I’d already decided to give him the suite on the west wing…I decided we

of the new outfits I’d ordered for him earlier. Seeing him now, dressed in a tailored shirt and slacks that actually fit him, was like seeing a completely different man. The tension in his shoulders had eased slightly, though his eyes still carried the weight of grief

better,” I said, handing

small, hesitant smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn anything this expensive. Or

smirked, sitting down across from him in the living room. The fire crackled in the marble fireplace,

shaking his head. “Still feels like a dream. Like I’m gonna wake up any second and find

You and I? We’re family. That means something, and I’m going to make damn sure you never have to go

still struggling to accept it all, but I wasn’t done

I said, standing and motioning

looked at me warily. “More? Alex,

phone and dialing one of my contacts. “Meet us at the house in twenty minutes,” I said when the

up the three cars I’d given him earlier. The sleek black sports car the luxury SUV, and the classic convertible gleamed under the soft glow of the garage

I repeated, tossing him the keys again. “And I mean it this

Caught the keys and stared at them, his hand trembling. “Alex, I don’t even know how

shoulder. “Then we’ll get