Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 17

Christiana's POV.

As I watched my children dart around the big foyer of our new mansion, their excitement was obvious. The grand entrance hall was filled with the sound of their joyous shouts, echoing off the marble floors and high ceilings. The mansion was a far cry from the cozy, albeit cramped, house we had left behind. This place was a testament to everything I’d worked for, and it was designed with both my tastes and the children’s needs in mind.

“Look, Mom! This room is huge!” Emma squealed, her voice reverberating through the house as she and Ethan explored their new bedrooms.

“Wow, it’s bigger than our old house!” Ethan shouted back, his eyes wide with awe as he examined his new playroom.

I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. The mansion had everything they could dream of—play areas, a large backyard, and even a custom-designed treehouse. It was everything I had envisioned for them, a place where they could grow and thrive. I had overseen every detail, from the vibrant, child-friendly décor to the state-of-the-art security systems.

As the children raced past me, I noticed the bodyguards stationed discreetly throughout the house. Their presence was a necessary precaution, but I appreciated their silent efficiency. The maids bustled around, ensuring that everything was in perfect order as we settled in.

“Ms Davis, is there anything else you need?” one of the maids asked, her tone polite and professional.

I shook my head, giving her a reassuring smile. “No, everything looks perfect. Thank you. Just make sure the kids have everything they need, and keep an eye on them. I want to make sure they’re comfortable in their new home.”

The maid nodded and moved away, leaving me to watch my children’s excitement. But beneath the surface of my calm demeanor, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Alex. His unexpected visit yesterday had thrown me for a loop. Dressed in that ridiculous pizza uniform, he had somehow managed to sneak into our lives once more. It was clear he had seen the kids, and they had recognized him immediately. Yet, their silence about the encounter was troubling.

“Mom, come see this!” Emma’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

I followed her down the hallway, my mind still racing. We reached the playroom, where Ethan was already engrossed in his new toys. Emma stood by the window, her face lit up with joy.

“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” I said, trying to mask the concern I felt. “I wanted to make sure you both had a space that you could enjoy.”

“It’s awesome!” Ethan shouted, his excitement contagious. “Thank you, Mom!”

I hugged them both, trying to push away the worry gnawing at me. Alex’s intrusion into our lives, no matter how unexpected or disguised, had left me unsettled. The fact that he had managed to see the kids without informing me beforehand was something I couldn’t ignore. His sudden appearance was a reminder of the unresolved issues between us, issues that were now affecting my children.

As the day went on, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The mansion was everything I had hoped for, a new beginning for my family. Yet, Alex’s visit had cast a shadow over what should have been a purely joyful occasion. The kids were happy, and that was what mattered most. But for me, the echoes of yesterday lingered, a reminder of the complications and uncertainties that still lay ahead.

The house was beautiful, the kids were overjoyed, and the future seemed bright. But in the back of my mind, Alex’s presence lingered, a reminder of a past that was far from resolved.

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The boxes were almost all unpacked, and the kids were racing from room to room, their laughter filling the new mansion with a lively energy. I was in the middle of arranging some family photos when my phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. My hand shook slightly as I answered.