Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 26

Alexander POV.

I was barely settled into my office when I heard the familiar, sharp click of heels storming down the hallway. My mother never walked softly when she was angry—she always wanted her presence known, like thunder announcing a storm. I braced myself, already knowing what this was about. The door swung open, and there she was, regal and observing, but with fury in her eyes.

“Have you lost your mind?” she snapped, not bothering with any pleasantries. “You broke up with Bianca? Are you seriously throwing away a perfectly good woman for her?”

I took a slow breath, leaning back in my chair. “Good morning to you too, Mother,” I said calmly. I wasn’t going to let her rattle me. Not this time.

She didn’t care for my calm demeanor. She stormed closer, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t try to charm your way out of this, Alex! Bianca was good for you—poised, loyal, and didn’t come with all the baggage. But you threw it all away because Christiana waltzed back into town with those twins, didn’t you?”

Her voice dripped with venom when she said Christiana’s name, the disdain rolling off her in waves. She’d never hidden how much she despised my ex-wife, but it was worse now, more pointed.

“This has nothing to do with Bianca,” I said firmly, meeting her glare head-on. “And everything to do with what I should’ve done a long time ago. Christiana is the mother of my children. It’s time to fix what I broke.”

“Fix?” She practically spat the word out, disbelief etched on her face. “You divorced that woman for a reason! You finally freed yourself from her and now you want to crawl back? You’re thinking with your emotions, Alex! You’re only doing this because you found out about the twins. For heaven’s sake, I expected more sense from you.”

I felt my patience thinning, but I kept my voice steady. “You always wanted grandkids, didn’t you? Now you’re complaining?”

“I wanted the kids, Alex, not her!” Her voice cracked with exasperation. “Christiana is toxic! She ruined you once, and she’ll do it again. You think bringing her back will be a happy family reunion? It’ll be a disaster!”

I stood up slowly, locking eyes with her. “You’re upset because you tried to bribe her to stay away and it didn’t work. She’s stronger than you gave her credit for. And now, the one thing you can’t stand is that I’m making my own decisions, not the ones you’ve been pushing for years.”

Her eyes flashed, with anger and shock. “How dare you throw that in my face! I did what I had to do to protect you! Christiana was never good enough for you. She was always beneath us. And now, after five years, you want to go back to that mess?”

“Five years,” I said, my voice like steel, “where you filled my head with doubts and lies about her. I was stupid enough to believe you, to listen to every twisted thing you fed me. You manipulated me into that divorce. You knew exactly what you were doing because you never liked her. And now that I see it clearly, I’m not going to let you control this anymore.”

Her face turned red with fury, her lips tightening into a thin line. “I was protecting this family! Everything I did was to save you from her! She’s no good for you, and she’ll never fit into our world. Do you think I’m going to stand by while you destroy your life again?”

I stepped closer, lowering my voice but making sure every word hit home. “The only thing that destroyed my life was listening to you instead of following my heart. I’m done letting you make decisions for me. Christiana is coming back into my life, and if you can’t accept that, then stay out of it. I won’t sacrifice my happiness to satisfy your pride.”

She recoiled as if I’d slapped her, her eyes narrowing into slits. “You’re making a mistake, Alex. You’re blinded by guilt and nostalgia. Don’t come crying to me when it all blows up in your face again.”

“Maybe it’s time you stop worrying about being right and start worrying about being decent,” I shot back, my voice colder than I intended. “Christiana was never beneath us. You hated her because she wasn’t one of those perfect socialite puppets you wanted for me. But I loved her because she was real, because she was *everything* I needed, even if I was too blind to see it back then.”

Her mouth tightened, and for a moment, I thought she might explode. But instead, she clenched her jaw, turning away with a dismissive wave. “You’re a fool, Alex. If you go through with this, don’t expect any support from me. You’ll be on your own.”

I watched her, feeling a strange sense of relief mixed with sadness. “That’s fine. I’d rather be on my own than let you or anyone else dictate who I’m supposed to love.”

She left without another word, her heels clicking furiously as she made her exit. The silence that followed was heavy, but I felt a weight lift off my chest. For once, I’d stood up to her without holding back.

And as I sat back down, the thought of Christiana and the twins filled my mind. I knew this road wouldn’t be easy. There’d be resistance, complications, and maybe even more heartbreak. But for the first time in years, I was ready to fight for what really mattered.

Christiana, the kids…they were my family. And no one—not even my mother—was going to stand in the way of that.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as the remnants of our argument echoed in my mind. My mother’s words still stung, but not in the way they once did. I was used to her controlling nature, but I realized that for years, I’d let her dictate my life out of some twisted sense of loyalty or duty. It took Christiana walking away, and then coming back into my life with those two incredible kids, for me to see how much damage had been done.

I rubbed a hand over my face, exhaling slowly. The weight of my decision was heavy, but it also felt right. For once, I wasn’t chasing power or trying to live up to anyone’s expectations. I was fighting for something real—for my family. And I wasn’t going to let anyone take that away from me again.

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen and saw Christiana’s name. It was a simple text, just a few words: *The kids wanted to say goodnight.*

A warmth spread through me, and I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips. Despite everything, she was letting me back in, step by cautious step. I quickly replied: *I’d love that. I’ll call in a minute.*

I stood up and walked over to the large windows in my office, staring out at the city below. The skyline was alive with lights, but all I could think about was what really mattered. For years, I’d chased success, power, and control, thinking that would fill the void. But now, I understood that all of it meant nothing if I didn’t have the people I loved by my side.

The video call connected, and Christiana’s face filled the screen. Her expression was cool and detached, the warmth I’d secretly hoped for absent from her eyes. The twins were nearby, their excited chatter echoing in the background.

“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone even.

“Hey,” she replied curtly, adjusting the camera so I could see the kids. Emma and Ethan leaned in, their wide eyes full of energy and innocence, an opposite to the tension radiating between Christiana and me.

“Daddy!” they shouted in unison, their enthusiasm tugging at something deep inside me. No matter how strained things were between Christiana and me, the kids’ happiness was a light in all the darkness.

“Hey, you two! How was your day?” I asked with a forced cheerfulness, trying to focus on them instead of the coldness in Christiana’s gaze.

“It was cool!” Ethan said, practically bouncing. “We met a real hero today, Daddy! His name was Daniel, and he saved us!”

Christiana’s expression tightened slightly at the mention of Daniel. I caught the flicker of annoyance in her eyes but said nothing about it. She was clearly holding back from rolling her eyes.

“Really?” I asked, feigning interest while the name “Daniel” gnawed at me. “What happened?”

Emma jumped in, her voice bubbling with excitement. “There were bad guys, and he protected us! Mommy said he was very brave.”

Christiana’s jaw tightened, and she let out a low scoff, barely audible but enough for me to catch. I ignored it, focusing on the kids.

“Well, I’m glad you’re safe,” I said, trying to smile. “But you know, I’ll always be there to protect you too.”