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.

out a breath I didn’t realize

I muttered to myself, though the

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 it

And it wasn’t

for me.

out

and

a quick text

close. Don’t let

Daniel lurking around, probably still scheming to

car again, I drove aimlessly for a while, the city blurring past me in the glaring noon sun. My thoughts churned,

her sooner. For not trusting her enough to handle this better. For feeling st goddamned weak every time I

myself, gripping the wheel tighter. “You’re just

being human wasn’t good enough right now. I had to be more

parking under the shade of a massive oak tree. Killing

deserves it,”

but the

this time, my

y voice cracked.

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

her too a voice in my head whispered, and I clenched my fists, fighting the urge

course, I loved her.

too quickly, if I let her see how much power she had over me, she’d think I