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.

glanced at me, then moved to open it. Another courier stood outside, holding a

his expression uneasy. “It

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

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

together as I read the

the runner–up. Don’t worry, there’s no shame in losing

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the arrogance seeping through every

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

nearby, unsure whether to

coffee table. “And find out how many more deliveries I can expect. I want

sir,” James said quickly, retreating

it was a calculated move, designed

a thorn in my side, but this was a new low. He wasn’t satisfied with his little victories in business. Now he wanted to humiliate me, to invade my space,

But I wasn’t powerless.

racing. He thought this was clever, that he

If he wanted to play games, I’d play. But

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

my anger. I glanced at

ring, composing myself fully before answering. But I knew her….ignoring her call would only make things worse. With a sigh, I picked up, my voice carefully

said softly, walking to the window to put some distance between me and the chaos

accusatory. “What the hell is going on? Your line’s been switched off for three days! Three days, Alex. Do you have any idea

hear the strain in her voice, a mix of frustration and genuine concern, and it twisted something in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said immediately, my tone earnest. “I should’ve called, I know.

I find out you’ve flown to Dubai without

slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. “It wasn’t planned, Christiana. I

calling everyone, trying to figure out where you

of James. I’d have to thank him for keeping things quiet, but I hated that it had come to this. I leaned against the window, the cool glass pressing against

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

edge was still there. “Alex, you don’t do