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.

1 let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I leaned

deserves this.” I muttered to myself, though the words

at 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

And it wasn’t

me.

out

and

a quick text to my

Don’t let her

trusted them to keep an eye on 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

the city blurring past me in the glaring

just angry at her. I was angry at myself. For not stopping her sooner. For not trusting

not weak” I told myself, gripping

had to be more than that for her,

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

it,”

but the

this time, my

y voice cracked.

closed my eyes, picturing her face. The way her eyes had brimmed with tears as she begged me to listen. The way her

and I clenched my fists, fighting the

her. That

over me, she’d think I was weak. And I couldn’t let that happen. Not after what