Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 159

Chapter 158

Sebastian’s POV.

The night was quiet, except for the hum of the city outside the massive suite. I sat on the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. It was hard not to think about Alex

Alex Williams Alistair…billionaire, father, husband. Hell, the guy had everything. He had reconciled with a woman as amazing as Christiana, after their divorce. He had two kids who adored him. A mother who, despite being the kind of person I’d never want to meet in a dark alley, was still alive. And then there was me.

I sighed, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, hands clasped. My mom was gone, buried just two months ago. All I had left were memories…bitter ones at that. She did her best, sure, but life was hard, and she wasn’t strong like Christiana. And here I was, sitting in a suite that wasn’t even mine, staring at a life I could only dream of.

Yet somehow, I couldn’t hate Alex. I wanted to. I had every reason to. He had the life I’d kill for, but he didn’t shove it in my face. Instead, he’d taken me in, treated me like family when no one else did.

“Damn you, Alistair,” I muttered under my breath. My fists clenched as I leaned back, closing my eyes.

I hated that I admired him. I hated that he made it so damn hard to hate him. He wasn’t perfect…he’d messed up with Christiana in the past, hurt her, let her down. But now? Now he was this unshakable tower of stability, the kind of man anyone would want to be. The kind of man I’d never be.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “Get over yourself, Sebastian,” I whispered. But the thoughts wouldn’t stop.

Christiana’s laugh echoed in my mind. God, she was something else. Strong, powerful, beautiful. She carried herself with this grace that made everyone look twice. And she wasn’t just Alex’s woman…she was her own person, with her own empire, her own money.

How the hell did Alex pull that off?

I scrubbed a hand over my face, frustration bubbling up in my chest. It wasn’t jealousy, not really. It was something deeper something darker. I wasn’t envious of what Alex had…I was angry at the world for making it impossible for me to have the

same.

The door to the suite creaked open, and Alex stepped out, his tie loose, his shirt untucked. He looked exhausted, but there was a calmness in his eyes, the kind of calm that only came from having everything you needed.

“Still up?” he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep.”

He walked over, grabbed a bottle of water from the minibar, and sat down across from me. He didn’t say anything at first, just drank, his eyes scanning the room like he was looking for answers too.

“You alright?” he asked finally, his tone casual, but there was something in his eyes that said he already knew I wasn’t.

I shrugged, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just… thinking.”

“About?”

I hesitated, the words sticking in my throat. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to say, Why the hell do you have everything, and I have nothing? But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it wasn’t his fault.

“Nothing important,” I said instead.

Alex raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. But he didn’t push. That was the thing about him…he knew when to let things

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    he said after a moment, his tone softer, “I know things haven’t been easy for you. Losing your mom, dealing with everything….it’s a

    Emma now too.”

    his perfect family are exactly what I

    forward. “Don’t

    “Do what?”

    not just some stray I picked up, Sebastian. You’re my brother. Different mother’s or not, that doesn’t change. And you’ve got a lot more going for you than you

    looked away, swallowing hard. “Yeah,

    sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m serious, Sebastian. You’re better than you give yourself credit for. Don’t let your past

    hit harder than I wanted to admit. I nodded, not trusting myself to

    for all my anger, Alex Williams Alistair was a good man. And that was what made it so damn hard to hate

    of the room a mockery of the chaos in my head. I stared at the ceiling, the shadows of the city lights outside playing tricks

    things I could never call mine. Alex had gone back to Christiana and the twins, back to his family. Where he belonged. And me? I

    my side, my fist pounding the mattress in frustration. “Damn it,” I hissed

    my

    breath.

    Christiana’s smile, her warmth, her strength. The kids, Ethan and Emma, laughing as they played. And then there

    chest heaving. Staying in bed was pointless. I needed something…anything…to shut

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    the dim light, their contents promising a brief escape. I grabbed the first one I saw, some expensive- looking whiskey, and unscrewed the

    to feeling nothing,” I muttered,

    immediate, scorching my throat, but it wasn’t enough. I drank more, and then more,

    feeling this way. Alex didn’t deserve

    And I

    another swig, the liquid warming my stomach but doing nothing to quiet the storm in

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    thoughts. It just made them louder, more jagged. Images of my mother flashed in my mind… her tired face, her trembling hands as

    own.

    wasn’t really alone,

    bottle in my hand, my vision blurring. Alex had taken me in. Christiana had welcomed me. Ethan and

    self–pity, ruining myself over

    alcohol dulling the edges of my

    mess,” I whispered to the empty room, the words hanging heavy

    But at least for tonight, with the whiskey in my veins and the weight of the world on my shoulders, I could pretend

    wasted. Barely dawn. The city outside was just starting to wake, the sky a deep shade of purple that made the lights of the buildings look like scattered

    somehow, the walls closing in as if they could choke the air out of me. The shadows in

    I’d become. My face was drawn, the stubble along my jaw scratchy against my fingers. I hadn’t shaved in days, and I didn’t care. The reflection in the mirror was someone I barely recognized.. eyes

    am I doing?” I muttered under my

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