Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 20

Bianca’s POV

Sitting in the plush vanity chair, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the makeup artist dabbing foundation on my face. The world outside was a blur of bright lights and camera flashes, but inside this room, the chaos was a personal storm that I couldn’t ignore. The news had hit me like a sledgehammer—Christiana was back in town, and she had kids with Alex.

I couldn’t believe it. How had I missed this? My fingers clenched into tight fists, nails digging into my palms as I tried to control the rising tide of frustration. I knew Alex had an ex-wife, but twins? Twins that he only just discovered? My mind raced, and I could feel the pulse of anger in my temples.

“Bianca, just a little more powder,” the makeup artist said, her voice trembling slightly. I didn’t even acknowledge her, my eyes fixed on the far wall. I could hear the whispers and shuffling of my team in the background, their anxiety evident.

“Did you hear about the kids?” I demanded, turning abruptly. My voice was sharp, causing the makeup artist to flinch. She nodded hesitantly, trying to maintain her composure.

“They’re twins,” I snapped, my voice rising. “Twins that Alex is just finding out about now. How could he keep this from me? How could I not know?”

The panic in my team was almost comical. “We’re almost done, Bianca,” one of the stylists said, attempting to keep the atmosphere calm. But I was beyond caring about calm. I could feel the weight of Alex slipping through my fingers, the very essence of my control slipping away.

“I can’t stand this!” I yelled, my frustration boiling over. My voice echoed off the walls of the dressing room, and the makeup artist's hand wobbled as she applied the finishing touches. The team scrambled, their fear of me evident in their wide eyes and hurried movements.

The thought of Alex reuniting with Christiana, of them getting closer to their children, was unbearable. If Alex got involved with the twins, it could rekindle his feelings for Christiana. I could already see the headlines: *Alex and Christiana—The Family Reunion*. It was a nightmare.

“Bianca, you need to calm down,” one of my assistants said, her voice strained. “We’ve got the shoot coming up, and—”

“Calm down?” I snapped, cutting her off. “How can I calm down when everything I’ve worked for is on the brink of falling apart? These kids could ruin everything!”

I could see their faces—worried, fearful of my outburst. They rushed to adjust my dress, fix my hair, and make sure I was ready for the shoot. They knew better than to push me right now. My anger was a hurricane, and they were caught in its path.

Despite the chaos, I tried to focus on the task ahead. The advert and the photoshoot were important, but they felt insignificant compared to the storm brewing in my life. The large amounts of money meant nothing if Alex decided to run back to Christiana and their twins.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. The glamour and glitter of my public persona felt like a thin veil over the turmoil inside me. I was a star, but right now, I was also a jealous fiancée struggling to hold on to the man I loved.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said tersely, trying to mask my rage. “And make sure nothing goes wrong. Not today.”