Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 38

Alexander POV.

I nodded, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the embarrassment. But it stuck to me like glue. I couldn’t look James in the eye. The man had seen me in boardrooms, in negotiations where I was the most powerful man in the room, and now… he’d seen me like this—pathetic, desperate, and broken.

He held the door open for me, and I stepped out, still wincing at the morning light. The walk to the car was silent, awkward, and filled with more unspoken words than I could handle. The few people around—the cops, the drunks, the lowlifes—all stared as I passed. They had no idea who I was, and in a way, that made it worse. I wasn’t even worth recognizing anymore.

As we reached the car, James finally broke the silence. “Sir, if I may… I think it would be best if we kept a low profile for the next few days. Perhaps some time away could—”

“Enough, James,” I snapped, cutting him off. I couldn’t deal with a lecture right now. I could barely deal with my own thoughts. “Just get me out of here.”

He didn’t push it, just nodded and opened the car door for me. I slid inside, sinking into the leather seat. For a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the comfort of the familiar surroundings ease some of the tension in my chest. But no matter how luxurious the car was, it couldn’t make me forget the disaster I’d caused.

James climbed in beside me, tapping away at his tablet, probably rearranging my schedule, covering up for my mess. I should’ve been grateful, but all I felt was disgust—with myself.

As the car rolled out of the parking lot, James glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Sir… are you alright?”

I chuckled bitterly, shaking my head. “Do I look alright to you, James?” My voice was laced with sarcasm, but beneath it was a bitterness I couldn’t shake. “I lost control. Made a complete fool of myself in front of her. And now I’m sitting here like some washed-up idiot while she’s probably with him, laughing at how pathetic I am.”

James’ face remained neutral, but I could see the pity in his eyes. “You’ll fix it, sir,” he said quietly, but there was a hesitation in his voice like he didn’t even believe it himself.

“Fix it?” I scoffed. “There’s nothing left to fix, James. She hates me. Hell, I hate myself right now.”

The rest of the drive was silent. My mind kept replaying the scene at the diner—Christiana’s wide eyes when she saw me, the way she rushed to Daniel’s side, the coldness in her voice when she told me to leave her alone. It was like a knife twisting deeper into the wound every time I thought about it.

By the time we reached my estate, I felt like I’d aged ten years in a single night. The grand gates opened, but all I could see was emptiness. None of this mattered if I couldn’t fix things with Christiana and the kids.

James stopped the car and turned to face me. “Sir, if there’s anything else you need…”