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.

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

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

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

I found a miniature trophy engraved with the

ground together as I read the

there’s no shame in losing unless

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the arrogance seeping through

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

nearby, unsure whether to speak

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

quickly, retreating toward

clenched. This wasn’t just a taunt; it was a calculated move, designed to disrupt my

wasn’t satisfied with his little victories in business. Now he wanted to humiliate me, to invade my space, to make me feel

But I wasn’t powerless.

mind racing. He thought this was clever, that he could throw me off

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

taking a deep breath to steady myself. “You’ve declared war, Daniel,” I said

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

myself fully before answering. But I knew her….ignoring her call would only

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

on? Your line’s been switched off for three days! Three days, Alex. Do you

voice, a mix of frustration and genuine concern, and it twisted something in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said immediately, my

go silent for days, and then I find out you’ve flown to

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

she shot back. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? I’ve been calling everyone, trying to figure out where you were! Do you know how many times

to thank him for keeping things quiet, but I hated that it had come to this.

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

softened slightly, but the edge was still there. “Alex, you don’t do things like this. You don’t