Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

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.

knock sounded at the door before he could answer. James glanced at me, then moved to open

turned back to me, this time his expression uneasy.

striding over to the door. “Give it here, barked, snatching the box from the courier’s hands. The man barely had time to step back before I slammed the door

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

ground together as I read the accompanying

there’s no shame in losing

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the arrogance seeping through

to be him.

whether to speak or stay

onto the coffee table. “And find out how many more deliveries I can expect. I want the concierge to call me the moment another courier

said quickly, retreating

he was gone, I paced the room, my fists clenched. This wasn’t just a taunt; it was a calculated move, designed to

new low. He wasn’t satisfied with his little

But I wasn’t powerless.

mind racing. 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

the trophy down, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “You’ve declared war, Daniel,” I said aloud, the weight of my anger settling into something colder, sharper. “And you’re going to

anger. I

knew her….ignoring her call would

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

switched off for three

of my nose, closing my eyes. I could hear the strain in her voice, a mix of frustration and genuine concern, and it twisted something in my chest. “I’m sorry,”

she repeated, incredulous. “That’s your excuse? You go silent for days, and then I find out you’ve flown to Dubai without a word? Alex, what were

planned, Christiana. I had to handle something urgently, and

sounds? I’ve been calling everyone, trying to figure out where you were! Do

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

voice quieter this time. “I didn’t mean

was still there. “Alex, you don’t