Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 30

Alexander POV.

I stared at the empty glass, the whiskey swirling inside like the mess I’d made of everything. The bar’s low lighting barely cut through the haze clouding my mind. Christiana’s face wouldn’t leave me, that distant, cold look in her eyes as she stood beside Daniel. She didn’t care anymore, didn’t even flinch when she looked at me.

“Sir, you’ve had enough,” James said, his voice tight with concern as he watched me pour another drink.

I ignored him, tossing back the shot like it was water. The burn in my throat was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. “She used to look at me like that, you know?” My words slurred just a bit, but I didn’t care. I had to get it out, and had to spill the poison eating me alive. “Like I was the only man in the world.”

James sighed, glancing around the bar as if he could find someone to save me from myself. “Sir, this isn’t going to help. You’re just torturing yourself.”

“Torture?” I laughed, a hollow sound that hurt even me. “This is justice, James. I’m just getting a taste of what I did to her. You know, I thought I was doing the right thing when I let her go. Listened to all the wrong people, let them twist everything until I couldn’t see straight. But it’s my fault. I was a coward. I should’ve fought for her, but instead, I let her go. And now she’s slipping away for good.”

I slammed the glass down harder than I meant to, and it shattered, the sharp sound cutting through the low buzz of the bar. James flinched but didn’t say a word, just handed me a napkin to wipe the blood from my hand.

“She’s not coming back, James,” I muttered, staring at the crimson staining the napkin. “I saw it in her eyes. She’s done with me. And she should be. I don’t deserve another chance after what I put her through.”

“Sir, wallowing in regret won’t change anything,” James said, his voice firm but respectful. “If you really want to make things right, you need to get yourself together. She won’t respect you like this. No one will.”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Respect? That’s long gone. She’s already moved on. Daniel’s everything I’m not—stable, dependable, kind. Hell, he’s probably better for her and the kids than I ever was.”

James leaned forward, lowering his voice. “She’s not with him yet. You still have a chance to be the father your kids need, the man Christiana used to love. But not like this.”

“Chance?” I muttered, my vision blurring as the alcohol took full effect. “There’s no chance when you’re already the villain in her story.”

I could still see it—Christiana standing tall, her eyes locking onto mine with nothing but indifference. Not even hate, just…nothing. Like I didn’t exist. Like I’d never mattered. I’d given up everything for what? A fleeting fantasy? A life without her had become empty, hollow, and now the regret was a black hole sucking me down, with no escape in sight.