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.

door before he could answer. James glanced at me, then moved to open it. Another

this time his expression uneasy. “It

the courier’s hands. The man barely had time to

found a miniature trophy engraved with the

teeth ground together as I

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

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same, the arrogance

It had to be him. This was

whether

throwing the box 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

quickly, retreating

just a taunt; it was a calculated move, designed to disrupt my focus, to make me look over

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, to make me feel

But I wasn’t powerless.

racing. He thought this was clever, that

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 aloud, the weight of my anger settling

on the table, breaking through the haze of my anger. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach tighten when I saw her

a brief moment, I considered letting it 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

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

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

eyes. I could hear the strain in her voice, a mix of frustration and genuine concern, and it twisted something

and then I find out you’ve flown to Dubai without a word? Alex, what were

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

me?” 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 James had to lie to cover

but I hated that

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

Her tone softened slightly, but the edge was still there. “Alex, you don’t do things