Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 133

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Christiana’s POV

The aroma of garlic and rosemary wafted through the small kitchen of my hotel suite as I stirred the pot of pasta sauce simmering on the stove. Ethan and Emma were curled up on the couch watching a cartoon, their giggles and chatter filling the suite. It was one of those rare quiet evenings, and I was savoring it.

The iPad propped on the counter buzzed, and Alex’s name flashed on the screen. I wiped my hands on a towel, swiping to answer. His face appeared, sharp and handsome as always, though his expression held something softer tonight. He looked… contented.

“Hey,” I greeted with a smile, adjusting the iPad so he could see me better. “How’s your evening going?”

“It’s been…eventful,” Alex replied, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. He leaned back in his chair, the city skyline visible through the window behind him.

“Eventful?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I turned back to the stove. “That sounds suspicious. What have you been up to?” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not going to believe this, Christiana. I barely believe it myself.”

I glanced at the screen, intrigued. “Alright, now you’ve got my attention. Spill it.”

Alex leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. His expression grew serious, though a trace of awe lingered in his eyes. “I have a brother.”

I froze, the wooden spoon clattering against the pot as I turned to face him fully. “What? A brother?” My voice rose in disbelief. “Alex, what are you talking about?”

“A half–brother,” he clarified, his tone steady but weighted. “His name is Sebastian. He showed up at my office today, completely out of the blue.”

“Sebastian?” Lechoed, shaking my head as I tried to process his words. “You’ve never mentioned a brother before. How is that even possible?”

Alex exhaled deeply, running his fingers over his jaw. “It’s a long story. My father….he had an affair with an Italian woman when I was barely five. I didn’t know about it until I was ten. I found out by accident…overheard a conversation I wasn’t supposed to hear.”

I stared at him, my mind spinning. “Ten? Alex, you were just a child. How did you even handle something like that?”

“I didn’t, not at first,” he admitted, his gaze distant as if recalling those years. “But even at that age, I knew I couldn’t tell my mother. You know how Madam Margaret is. If she had found out, she would’ve set hell loose. She would’ve destroyed his reputation, the woman, the child…everyone involved.”

I nodded slowly, imagining the storm that revelation would have unleashed. “So, you kept it a secret?”

“For years,” Alex said, his voice tinged with regret. “After my father died, I tried to find Sebastian. I was older then, and I wanted to connect with him. But he didn’t want anything to do with me. He was angry, bitter. He resented my father, resented me.”

I could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt he carried. “And now? What changed?”

years, he came to me. He’s been

ached at his words. “Alex,” I whispered, setting the spoon down as I leaned closer

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what to say.”

he said firmly, his jaw tightening. “I’m going to make things right for him. I’ve already started. He’s staying around. I’ve given him

Truly. You didn’t have

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my praise. “He’s my brother, Christiana. My blood. He deserves to

stepped away from the stove, wiping my hands as I sat at the counter, facing the iPad. “Don’t blame yourself for the

wanted to meet her, to show her

heart, my voice soft.

continued, his gaze dropping to his hands. “He had no one. No money, no support. He

him the family he’s been missing.” “I will,” he vowed, his voice strong and unwavering. “I’m going to

the heaviness of the conversation. “Oh, Madam Margaret is

out.”

bridge I’ll cross when I get to it. For now, Sebastian comes first.” “You’re an amazing brother, Alex,” I told him, my voice brimming

tension seemed to ease from his

Now, go spend time with Sebastian. And don’t let Madam Margaret catch wind of this just

promised, a spark of humor lighting his eyes. “Talk

ending the call as warmth

reminded me of the man he truly was…compassionate, loyal, and

door. I frowned, glancing at the clock. It was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. My suite was secure, and

cautiously toward the door. My pulse quickened slightly, not out of fear, but out of curiosity. Who

I opened the

grandmother. Her face was streaked with tears, her gray hair disheveled in a way I’d never

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Her voice eracked, and then she broke down,

and closing the door behind her. My heart raced as I helped her

clutched my arm, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My mind raced. Daniel’s grandmother had always been composed, strong, and dignified. Seeing her

forgotten in the background. “Ethan, Emma,” I

mom..” Ethan began, glancing at the

but firmly, stroking his cheek.

glancing back over their shoulders. Once the door clicked shut, I turned