Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 137

Alexander’s POV

The air in the car had been unbearable.

e, and the silence had clawed at me every second of the drive back into town. Christiana sat beside me, quiet, her eyes occasionally moving toward me like she wanted to say something. Every time she did, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, forcing myself not to speak, not to turn and tell her it was okay, that I understood.

Because I didn’t

Not yet

Her driver and two bodyguards had long left with her car, after she had signaled them to leave Daniel frigging Brooks apartment.

When we finally pulled up outside her suite, I cut the engine and sat there for a beat, staring straight ahead. My chest felt tight, like it might explode from the effort of holding back everything I wanted to say.

“Alex..” she started softly, her voice hesitant, but I raised a hand, cutting her od

“No,” I said, my tone sharper than I intended. Her face fell, and guilt stabbed at me, sharp and unrelenting.

She nodded, biting her lip as she opened the door and climbed out. I watched her walk toward the door, her steps s

slower than usual, her shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world pressed down on her.

I wanted to follow her. God, I wanted to pull her into my arms, kiss her, and tell her I wasn’t really angry, that I just didn’t know how to deal with what I’d seen. But I stayed in my seat, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I leaned back against the

this.” I muttered to myself, though

the dashboard. You can’t forgive her too quickly, Alex. She has to learn. The thought made my stomach churn, but I knew it was true. If I let this go, if I just brushed it under the rug like it didn’t matter, she’d think

And it wasn’t

me.

out my

and

quick text to

close. Don’t

her. I couldn’t leave her completely alone with her bodyguards, not with Daniel lurking around, probably still scheming to worm his way back into her life. But I needed space–space to cool down to figure out how to handle this without

car again, I drove aimlessly for a while, the city blurring past me in the glaring

not trusting

told myself, gripping the

enough right now. I had

of a massive oak tree. Killing the engine, I leaned forward, resting my head against

deserves it,” I whispered

but the

this time, my

y voice cracked.

The way her eyes had brimmed with tears as she begged me to listen. The way her voice

head whispered, and I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to punch the

I loved her. That

let her see how much power she had over me, she’d think I was weak. And I