Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 32

Christiana's POV.

The cold, sterile atmosphere of the law office felt like a prelude to the war that was about to begin. I wasn’t surprised when I received the invitation to meet Alex’s mother and her legal team. In fact, I’d been expecting it.

Margret Alistair was many things, but subtle was not one of them. I arrived prepared, dressed in my sharpest business suit, showing the confidence of a woman who had fought her battles and earned her scars.

As I entered the meeting room, I saw her sitting there with her team, her posture stiff and regal, eyes sharp as daggers. Next to her sat Alex, his face blank, a mask of indifference that only fueled the anger bubbling inside me. He hadn’t even the decency to look me in the eye. Typical.

Margret was the first to speak, her tone clipped and icy. “Christiana, thank you for coming. We won’t waste time. We’re here to discuss the children.”

“The children?”

Margret leaned forward, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as if she was trying to keep some semblance of patience. “Yes, the children. Ethan and Emma. As you’re aware, they carry the Alistair name. We have grounds to believe they would be better off under Alex’s care, where they would have the resources, upbringing, and stability they deserve.”

The arrogance dripping from her voice sent a cold shiver down my spine, but I squared my shoulders and kept my tone level. “Stability? You mean the same ‘stability’ Alex offered when he walked away from me? When he decided his life with his new fiancée was more important than his own wife?”

Alex’s jaw tightened, but Margret waved her hand dismissively. “That was five years ago. The past is irrelevant. What matters now is that Alex has reconsidered, and we believe the children need to be with their rightful family.”

I could feel the anger boiling beneath my skin, but I refused to let her rattle me. I leaned forward, meeting her icy gaze head-on. “The rightful family? You mean the one that labeled me barren and worthless? The family that discarded me like trash after taking vows that were supposed to mean something? Let me make this clear, Margret, I raised those kids. Me. I worked my fingers to the bone, sacrificed everything to provide for them. I was there when they took their first steps, when they had their first fevers, and when they asked why their father wasn’t around.”

I caught a flicker of something in Alex’s eyes, but I ignored it. He had his chance to speak up years ago, and he threw it away.

Margret’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with condescension. “This isn’t about you. It’s about what’s best for the children. You’re a single mother running a business; they need more than just your attention. They need security, legacy, and a name that carries weight. You can’t give them that.”

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke, her voice colder than ever. “You’ll regret this. I promise you, this isn’t over.”

“Good,” I shot back, standing up and gathering my things. “Because neither am I. You want to fight for them? Bring it on. I’ve been fighting for them since the day they were born. I won’t stop now.”

I turned on my heel and walked out of that room, head held high, pulse racing with adrenaline. As I pushed open the door, I caught a glimpse of Alex. For a split second, I saw something like regret in his eyes, but I refused to let it pierce the armor I’d built around myself. He made his choices, and now he would have to live with them.

This fight was far from over, but I knew one thing for certain: I wasn’t going to let anyone take my kids from me. Not Margret, not Alex, not anyone. I’d already been through hell and back. I was ready for whatever they had planned next.

I wouldn’t just survive—I’d win.