Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 25

Alexander POV.

I found Bianca at her usual spot, surrounded by her team in the sleek conference room of her design studio. The atmosphere was calm, filled with muted chatter and the rustling of fabric swatches. But I had no time for the niceties. My blood was still boiling from what I had learned. Christiana’s words replayed in my mind, and the image of my kids, frightened and confused, was more than I could take.

I didn’t bother knocking as I entered, my presence demanding immediate attention. Bianca glanced up, her expression shifting from surprise to a coy smile, probably assuming I was there for a casual visit. How wrong she was.

“Alex! You’re—” she started, but I cut her off, my voice low and controlled, but laced with undeniable anger.

“We need to talk. Now.”

The sharpness in my tone made her team members quickly shuffle out of the room, leaving us alone. As the door clicked shut, I let the silence stretch, watching her smile falter.

“Why?” I asked, stepping closer, my eyes fixed on hers. “Why would you do that?”

She blinked, feigning ignorance as she adjusted the collar of her silk blouse. “Do what? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play games with me, Bianca,” I snapped, my frustration leaking through. “You confronted Christiana—my ex-wife—and my kids. You insulted them. What the hell were you thinking?”

Her eyes widened, the mask of innocence sliding into place as tears began to pool. “You never told me, Alex! You never said your ex-wife was back in town, let alone that she had twins for you. “You never said she had twins for you,” Bianca continued, her voice rising as tears welled in her eyes. “Do you know how humiliating it was to find out like that? To see her with two kids that look just like you and realize you kept that from me? You think I’m the bad guy here, but you’re the one who’s been hiding things from me, Alex!”

Her voice cracked as she played the victim card, leaning into the emotional drama that I’d seen her use before. But this time, it grated on me. I couldn’t believe she was trying to twist this around and make it about herself.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to contain the anger simmering beneath the surface. “This isn’t about what I told you or didn’t tell you, Bianca. It’s about you crossing a line. You confronted Christiana and insulted my kids. You had no right—no right at all—to get involved like that.”

Bianca’s tears fell freely now, her eyes shimmering with hurt and accusation. “I didn’t insult them! I didn’t even know they were yours until I saw them up close! All I did was ask her a few questions, and she blew it all out of proportion. And now you’re standing here, attacking me because of that woman!”

“That woman?” I repeated, my voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. “You mean the mother of my children? The woman I spent years of my life with? You think you can just waltz in and pretend she doesn’t matter?”

Bianca’s face twisted in frustration as she shook her head. “Why are you defending her so much? What is this, Alex? I’ve been here for you, and now she shows up, and suddenly I’m the villain?”