Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 33

Alexander POV.

My head was pounding like a jackhammer, the aftereffects of too much whiskey and bad decisions. The hangover clung to me like a fog, making everything blur at the edges. I sat on the couch, replaying every moment of the meeting earlier today, and with each memory, my regret twisted deeper like a knife.

What the hell was I thinking? How did I let this happen?

It all started with that phone call. I should’ve known better than to answer my mother when I was still half-drunk and disoriented. But when she called that afternoon, insisting I show up to discuss something urgent with the legal team, I dragged myself there, thinking it was some business-related nonsense. Never in a million years did I expect to sit in that room and see Christiana walking in, ready to go to war.

The moment our eyes met, I knew. I knew she thought I was in on it, that I had planned this ambush. The hurt and fury in her eyes said it all. And the worst part? I couldn’t even explain myself, couldn’t even get the words out, because the reality was I didn’t even know what the hell was happening until I got there. I couldn’t face her. I couldn’t meet her gaze because I knew what she was thinking—that I was just as cold, calculating, and manipulative as my mother. But I wasn’t. At least, I didn’t want to be.

“Christiana, this isn’t a fight,” I’d tried saying, desperate to get her away from that toxic atmosphere, away from the legal vultures my mother had surrounded herself with. I wanted to take her somewhere we could actually talk, where I could explain that this wasn’t my doing. But she shut me down so fast, my words died in my throat.

Her voice was like ice, slicing through me when she gave a response.

She was right, and that truth gutted me. Hearing her lay it all out like that, her pain raw and undeniable, made me hate myself even more. All the things I’d done in the past, all the ways I’d hurt her, they came crashing down on me at that moment. But now, with this mess, she’ll never believe it wasn’t my plan. Why would she? Especially after I told her I’d be in the kids’ lives no matter what. Now she’ll think I’ve teamed up with my mother to rip them away from her. And I can’t even blame her for thinking that.

I slammed my fist into the armrest, cursing myself. “Damn it, Alex! How could you be so stupid?” My voice echoed in the empty room, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the self-loathing burning inside me. I never wanted this. I never wanted to hurt her again. But now, because of my mother’s scheming and my own stupidity for showing up, I’ve probably pushed her even further away. How the hell am I supposed to fix this?

The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. My mother strode in like she owned the place, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her presence as suffocating as ever.

“We need to talk, Alex,” she said sharply, her voice laced with irritation. “I assume you’re going to thank me for taking the necessary steps to ensure those children are where they belong.”

“Thank you?” I shot back, standing up to face her. “Are you out of your mind, Mother? I told you to stay out of my business with Christiana and the kids! I thought we agreed you wouldn’t interfere!”