Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 15

Christiana's POV.

The sight of Alex, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform, standing so close to my children was infuriating. When the nanny’s call came through, trembling as she described a man who looked too much like their father, I dropped everything at the renovation site and ordered my driver to take me back to the hotel suite. Now, seeing him in the flesh, attempting to slip into my kids’ lives under the guise of a delivery man, was unbearable.

The kids looked up at me with wide eyes, their curiosity evident. Ethan’s gaze shifted between Alex and me, while Emma, clutching her stuffed bunny, seemed both cautious and intrigued. It was clear they were comfortable with him, which only stoked my anger further.

“Ethan, Emma,” I said firmly, my voice laced with irritation. “Go play in the other room. I need to speak with Mr. Delivery Man privately.”

Ethan’s brow furrowed. “Are you and Mr. Pizza going to have a fight?”

Emma’s eyes were glued to me, her expression was of worry and curiosity.

“No, nothing like that,” I said, forcing a calm tone. “Just a brief conversation. I’ll explain everything to you later.”

Alex gave me a smirk, that all-too-familiar confident smirk that had always grated on my nerves. He followed me out of the room with an air of entitlement, his posture rigid and defiant despite the ridiculous uniform.

Once we were in the hallway, I didn’t waste any time. “What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice cold and rude. “You show up dressed as a pizza guy, trying to worm your way into their lives like you have a right to be here. You weren’t even there for them, and now you think you can just pop in and make everything okay?”

Alex, despite the uniform, carried himself with a powerful presence. “I had to see them,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an edge. “And don’t act like you have control over how I interact with my own children.”

I glared at him, my patience wearing thin. “Your mother invited me over earlier, to see her. She tried to bribe me with money, to buy her way into my children’s lives as if they were some commodity. I told her exactly what I thought of her offer and your part in it. You’re not here to fix anything; you’re here to make yourself feel better.”

Alex’s eyes widened in surprise, his smirk fading. “I had no idea my mother tried to do that,” he admitted, his voice tinged with genuine shock. “She never mentioned anything about visiting you or trying to bribe you.”

“Well, she did,” I snapped, my voice dripping with contempt. “And now you’re here, making a mockery of the situation by showing up as a pizza delivery guy. If you think you can just waltz back into their lives without facing the reality of what you did, you’re sorely mistaken.”