Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 156

Chapter 155

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Alex’s POV

I was halfway through reviewing the quarterly reports when James knocked at the door of my suite. His knock was sharp and deliberate, but I could sense something off even before I told him to come in.

“Sir,” he began hesitantly as he stepped inside, holding a gaudy golden package. His expression was tightly controlled, but there was a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. “This just arrived for you. From… someone calling themselves your ‘biggest fan.

I frowned, closing my laptop and leaning back in my chair. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied, placing the box on the coffee table in front of me. “But it was delivered by a courier, and the concierge confirmed it’s for you.”

I stared at the package. There was no sender’s name, just a glittery gold bow that made it look ridiculous. My jaw tightened as I reached for it, peeling back the wrapping with deliberate movements. I hated surprises, and something about this felt wrong.

The contents of the box made my blood run cold.

A clown wig. Bright red, cheap, and utterly absurd. Beneath it was a handwritten note on crisp white paper, the scrawled words mocking me with their simplicity:

“For the clown of the year. From your biggest fan.”

My hand clenched the note so tightly that the paper crumpled. I could feel James watching me, but I refused to meet his

gaze.

“Is this a joke?” I asked, my voice low and controlled, though the fury went high.

James cleared his throat. “I… don’t believe so, sir. The concierge said the courier was insistent it was meant for you.”

“Did they leave a name?”

“No, sir.”

I tossed the wig and the note back into the box and shoved it aside. “Next time something like this arrives, screen it before bringing it to me.”

“Understood, sir,” James said, but he didn’t leave. His posture shifted awkwardly, and I knew there was more.

“What else?” I snapped.

at the door before he could answer. James glanced at me, then

back to me, this time his expression uneasy. “It seems

snatching the box from the courier’s hands. The man barely had time to step back before I slammed the door shut in

this one, I found a miniature trophy engraved with the words

as I read

worry, there’s no

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same, the arrogance

my hands trembling with anger. It had to be him. This was his brand of spiteful mockery, a juvenile

nearby, unsure whether to speak or stay

more deliveries I can expect. I want the concierge to

quickly, retreating toward

was a calculated move, designed to disrupt

satisfied with his little victories in business. Now he wanted to humiliate me,

But I wasn’t powerless.

He thought this was clever, that he could throw me off balance with cheap

wanted to play games, I’d play. But this time, I’d make sure

trophy down, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “You’ve declared war, Daniel,” I said aloud, the weight of my

buzzed on the table, breaking through the haze of my anger. I glanced at the screen and

I knew her….ignoring her call would only make things worse. With a sigh, I picked up,

walking to the window to put some distance between me and the chaos strewn

been switched off for three days! Three days, Alex. Do you have any idea how

strain in her voice, a mix of frustration and genuine concern,

You go silent for days, and then I find

forcing myself to stay calm. “It wasn’t planned, Christiana. I had to handle something urgently, and I

been calling everyone, trying to figure out where you were! Do

him for keeping things quiet, but I hated that it had

sorry,” I said again, my voice quieter this time. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just needed to… clear

head?” Her tone softened slightly, but the edge was still there. “Alex,

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