Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 1

Christiana’s POV.

The door to the lawyer's office closed behind me with a soft click. I had barely taken a step inside when the man behind the desk looked up from his papers, his expression serious and firm.

"Mrs. Davis, please take a seat. Your husband will join us shortly, but there are matters we need to discuss first," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his imposing mahogany desk.

Curiosity ate at me as I settled into the chair. What could possibly be so urgent that Alex had summoned me here, to a lawyer’s office of all places? I watched the lawyer intently, waiting for him to continue.

He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "Mrs. Davis, your husband, Alex, has proposed a divorce."

My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him, stunned. "Good heavens, a divorce?" I managed to say, my voice was shaky.

The lawyer nodded, his face was of professional detachment. "I know this comes as a surprise to you, but that's what Alex wants."

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat was of shock and disbelief that coursed through me. Divorce? Alex and I had our problems, sure, but I never imagined it would come to this.

The lawyer continued, detailing Alex's grievances like he was reading from a script. "He has cited several reasons for this decision. Firstly, he feels there is a disconnection in your communication. He also mentioned disagreements on financial matters and the future direction of your lives together."

My mind was racing, struggling to process his words. Alex and I had our spats, but were they really enough to end our marriage?

"And finally," the lawyer said, looking up to meet my eyes, "he mentioned the issue of children. You have been unable to conceive after two years of marriage. Alex is a man of considerable wealth, a billionaire, and he desires heirs to continue his legacy."

A sharp pain pierced my chest, and tears stung my eyes. The lawyer's words felt like daggers, each one driving deeper into my heart. That Alex could sit here and tell this man such intimate, painful details about our lives… It was almost too much to bear.

My hands trembled as I clasped them in my lap. I felt utterly betrayed, hurt beyond measure. The man I loved, the man I thought I knew, had laid bare our most private struggles and used them as reasons to end our marriage.

The lawyer paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. I struggled to compose myself, to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. I couldn't believe it had come to this—my own husband, my Alex, seeking to end our life together because of something as tragic and uncontrollable as infertility.

I sat there, unable to speak, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. The future I had envisioned, the love I thought was unbreakable, was crumbling before my eyes. How could he do this to me? To us?

The door to the lawyer's office opened with a quiet creak, and Alex stepped inside. My heart skipped a beat, and I rose from my chair, meeting his gaze with tear-filled eyes.

"A divorce," I said, my voice trembling. "That's what you truly want?"