Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 5

Alex POV.

I was just about to take an important call when a little boy came out of nowhere, stumbling right into me. The phone slipped from my grasp, and I caught it just in time, but my attention was immediately drawn to the kid. He stared up at me, his mouth opening as if to apologize, but no words came out. There was something eerily familiar about him—a flash of recognition in his eyes that caught me off guard. My heart skipped a beat because this kid looked like me.

I was still processing this uncanny resemblance when a voice cut through my confusion. "I'm so sorry," she said, rushing over to us. My eyes snapped up, and it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck through me. "Christiana?" I called out, ripping off my shades, as if seeing her without any barriers would make this moment more real. She looked as stunned as I felt.

This was insane. Absolutely insane. I had never expected to see her again, let alone with a little boy who was practically my mirror image. And wait—there was another one. A girl. The boy's twin. Both of them looked like me. How was this even possible?

I was beyond shocked. My mind was reeling. "You... you have children?" I managed to say, my voice barely steady.

"Yes," Christiana replied, her tone laced with a mix of bitterness and defiance. "It's incredulous, right? That the barren ex-wife now has children." She quickly pulled the boy away from me and held the girl close too, calling her guards to secure them.

My breath hitched as I kept staring at the kids, then at Christiana, then back at the kids. They were about five years old, and I had divorced Christiana just five years ago. My men behind me were murmuring, clearly as shocked as I was, noting the striking resemblance the children had to me. They could be my children.

Before I could say anything, Christiana had scooped up her children and was barking orders authoritatively at her group of people, her demeanor strong and commanding. "Let's go," she said firmly, holding their hands and guiding them away.

I remained frozen in my spot, my mind racing. The kids looked back at me with confused expressions, whispering to each other. "Mommy, who was that man?" the girl asked, her voice curious.

"Just someone from the past, sweetie," Christiana replied, her voice softening for her children.

I was losing my mind. Something didn't seem right. I watched her walk away, my thoughts in turmoil. This couldn't be a coincidence. The kids were too similar to me for it to be anything else. I needed answers, but for now, all I could do was stand there, my world suddenly turned upside down.

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Seeing Christiana again was like a punch to the gut. As she walked away with those two children who looked so much like me, I felt an overwhelming wide of emotions—shock, regret, confusion. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them, especially from the boy who had collided with me. There was no denying the resemblance.

As I watched them leave, I turned to my P.A., James, my voice low but urgent. "James, I need you to find out everything about her," I said, my eyes still fixed on Christiana's retreating figure.