Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 10

Alexander POV.

I sank into the plush leather chair in my study, the room softly lit by a lamp on my desk. The sun had set, leaving long shadows on the floor. The room smelled of leather and fresh-cut flowers, with a hint of cigar smoke in the air. But my mind was far from peaceful; it was a storm of confusion and regret.

I wasn’t expecting what happened today. When I got that call about the building—right when I thought everything was finally going my way—I planned to confront whoever owned it. I didn’t expect to find Christiana.

When I walked into that building, I was prepared for a standard business dispute. What I didn’t expect was to see Christiana standing there, looking even more stunning and confident than I remembered. Her presence struck me like a thunderbolt. She was now a powerful businesswoman, commanding respect with every step she took.

Christiana. The woman I had once loved and then pushed away. Seeing her again was like being punched in the gut. I tried to hide my shock with a cocky smirk and a commanding attitude, but inside, she had shaken me deeply.

I had acted all powerful, but inside, I was struggling. She was the owner of the property I wanted, and now she was a force to be reckoned with on her own.

Seeing her brought back memories of our past—when we were happy before I ruined everything. I had rejected her for being unable to give me children, and now she had twins—my twins.

When I confronted her about the kids, her denial only made me more determined. “They look just like me,” I insisted. “You can’t keep them from me.”

Her anger was obvious. “The kids aren’t yours. Stay away from me!” she shouted, her voice full anger. It hurt to see her like that, more than I had expected.

Back at my mansion, I paced the room, feeling the weight of my emotions. The room was grand with rich mahogany furniture and marble floors, but it felt cold and empty compared to the turmoil inside me. My guards and staff moved quietly around me, a reminder of my wealth and power.

I remembered her walking away and me trying to follow her. I was insistent, demanding to know why she was keeping my children from me and why she wouldn’t let me be part of their lives. Her stubbornness only made me more determined to prove my place.

“Why did you have to come back and turn my world upside down?” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. “I’ve not been the same since your arrival.”

The guilt was overwhelming. I had acted like a fool, putting on an attitude to cover up my real feelings. Christiana had changed, becoming someone so powerful and self-assured. It hurt to think of how she must have suffered because of me. I wished she could see beyond my facade and understand the regret I felt.

A knock on the door broke my thoughts. One of my assistants entered with a stack of documents. I barely looked at them, my mind still on Christiana. “Get this done,” I said, handing the papers back. “I need everything ready for tomorrow’s meeting.”

As the assistant left, I sank back into my chair, staring out at the city lights. I was a powerful man, feared and respected, yet Christiana had managed to get under my skin. I had underestimated her, and now I knew this wasn’t just about business anymore. It was personal.

“How did things get so complicated?” I asked the empty room. Christiana had always been the one thing I couldn’t control, and now she was the one thing I couldn’t ignore.

I was deep in thought, my mind still tangled in memories of Christiana and our encounter earlier that evening, when the door to my study swung open. Bianca, my fiancée, strutted in, a full of glitz and glamor.