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?”

faintly, a glimmer of hope breaking through the shadows. “Now he’s back. After all these years, he came to me. He’s been through hell, Christiana. Living hand to mouth, struggling just to survive. His mother…she passed away

setting the spoon down as I leaned closer to the

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what to say.”

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 everything he needs…clothes, a home,

in my chest. “That’s incredible, Alex. Truly. You didn’t have to do all that, but did. You’ve got such a good

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

I sat at the counter, facing the iPad. “Don’t blame yourself for the past, Alex. You’re doing everything you can now, and

remained tense. “I asked him to bring his mother here too. I wanted to meet her, to show her the same respect. But…”

voice soft. “I’m so sorry, Alex.

me about the funeral,” Alex continued, his gaze dropping to his hands. “He had no

now, Alex. You’ll give him the family he’s been missing.” “I will,” he vowed, his

softly, despite the heaviness of the conversation. “Oh, Madam Margaret is going to lose her mind when

out.”

now, Sebastian comes first.” “You’re

evening, the tension seemed to ease from his features.

ear. “That’s because I know you. Now, go spend time with Sebastian. And don’t let Madam Margaret catch

a spark of humor lighting his

smile, ending the call

me of the man

knock sounded at the door. I frowned, glancing at the clock. It was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. My suite was secure, and no one could get

pulse quickened slightly,

opened the

standing in the hallway, was Daniel’s grandmother. Her face was streaked with tears, her gray hair disheveled in a way I’d never seen before. She clutched her handbag tightly, her knuckles white, and when her red–rimmed eyes

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voice eracked, and then she broke down, sobbing. “Oh,

suite and closing the

shaking with silent sobs. My mind raced. Daniel’s grandmother had always been composed, strong, and

paused, forgotten in the background. “Ethan, Emma,” I said gently, kneeling to their level. “Can you

glancing

firmly, stroking his cheek.

padded off toward the bedroom, glancing back over their shoulders. Once the door clicked shut, I turned back to Mrs. Brooks, kneeling beside