Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 11

Christiana's POV.

The encounter with Alex kept replaying in my mind like a relentless loop. It was as if the universe had conspired to drag him back into my life at the most inconvenient moment.

As I walked through the suite of our luxurious hotel, my eyes drifted over the sleek, modern furniture and the expansive view of the city below.

I was trying to focus on finding the perfect penthouse for us, a safe haven away from the chaos Alex had thrust into our lives.

The twins were playing in the living area, their laughter echoing through the room. Ethan, with his dark curls and inquisitive eyes, was building a fortress out of blocks, while Emma, with her delicate features and golden hair, carefully arranged her dolls around the structure. For a moment, their innocence was soothing to my troubled heart.

Ethan’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Mommy, when can we see our daddy?” His question was unexpected, piercing through my concentration like a sharp knife.

I froze, my heart sinking. “Ethan, why do you want to know about him?” I asked, trying to mask the turmoil in my voice.

Ethan looked at me with those earnest eyes, so much like Alex’s. “That man we saw at the airport, is he our daddy?”

I felt a cold wave wash over me. There was no way I could lie my way out of this one. Ethan was firm, his face set in a stubborn expression that mirrored his father’s. I saw him walk over to Emma, who was quietly playing with her toys. “Emma,” he said, “the man at the airport is our daddy.”

Emma’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “Are you sure, Ethan?”

Ethan nodded. “I’m sure.”

Emma’s face crumpled as tears filled her eyes. “Why did he leave us? Why does he avoid us?” Her voice trembled with hurt and confusion. “Doesn’t he want to see us? Why did he leave us behind?”

Seeing Emma cry tore at my heart. I sank to the floor beside her, gathering her small frame into my arms. “Sweetheart, it’s complicated,” I said softly, trying to hold back my own tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Ethan stood by, his little face firm. “Mommy, tell us the truth. Is he our daddy?”

The weight of the question pressed down on me. I had tried so hard to shield them from the pain of their past, but here they were, demanding answers I wasn’t ready to give. My heart ached as I saw their innocent faces, so full of hope and confusion.

I took a deep breath, my hands trembling as I wiped away Emma’s tears. “Okay,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’ll tell you the truth. That man you saw at the airport… he is your father. But things didn’t work out between us. He left us a long time ago.”

Ethan and Emma looked at me with wide eyes, absorbing the information. “Why?” Emma asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Why did he leave us?”

I swallowed hard, searching for the right words. “He and I had problems. He made choices that hurt us. But you two… you two are my whole world. I’ve been working hard to give you everything you need. Sometimes, people make mistakes and things don’t turn out the way we want them to.”

Ethan’s face scrunched up in determination. “But Mommy, if he’s our daddy, why doesn’t he want to see us?”