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.

didn’t realize I’d been holding. I leaned back against the headrest,

this.” I muttered to myself, though

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 was okay to let him back

And it wasn’t

me. Not

pulled out my

and

a quick text to

Don’t let

around, probably still scheming to worm his way back into her life. But I needed space–space to cool down to figure out how

in the glaring noon sun. My thoughts churned, a chaotic mess of anger, jealousy, and something I couldn’t quite

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

told myself, gripping the

had to be more than that for

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

deserves it,” I whispered

but the

this time, my

y voice cracked.

brimmed with tears as she begged me to listen. The way

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

loved her. That was

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