Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 6

Christiana's POV.

The hotel suite was finally quiet, save for the muffled hum of the air conditioning. I had spent the day unpacking our few belongings, trying to turn this temporary lodging into something that felt less like an impersonal pit stop and more like a home. The twins, Ethan and Emma, had explored the room with the boundless energy that only children possess. Now, they were seated on the plush carpet, playing with the assortment of toys I’d managed to gather.

I sat on the edge of the bed, folding some clothes, when Ethan suddenly looked up from his toys. His small face was serious, his brow furrowed in thought. I sensed a shift in the room’s atmosphere, a prelude to one of his intense little conversations.

“Mom?” Ethan's voice was unusually solemn.

I glanced up, meeting his inquisitive gaze. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“There was a man at the airport,” Ethan began, his tone holding a gravity that made me pause. “Who was he?”

I froze, my hands momentarily stilling in their task. “Which man, honey?”

“The man I bumped into,” Ethan replied, his eyes searching mine. “He looked a lot like me.”

The unexpected nature of his question caught me off guard. I struggled to maintain my composure, hoping to deflect his curiosity. “Oh, him? He wasn’t an important person.”

Ethan’s gaze sharpened, as if he were piecing together a puzzle. “But he really did look like me. He seemed surprised when he saw us. Do you know him?”

Before I could respond, Emma darted into the room, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mom, Ethan’s right! The man at the airport—he looked just like him!”

I met their synchronized stares, my heart racing. I forced a calm smile, though I could feel the unease settling in my chest. “Sometimes people just look alike. It’s probably just a coincidence.”

Ethan’s expression didn’t waver. His eyes, so like his father’s, were searching mine with a depth that belied his age. “But Mom, it felt like more than a coincidence. Why did he look so shocked when he saw us?”

Emma nodded vigorously, her eyes wide. “Yeah, Mom! Who is he?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. The last thing I wanted was to burden them with the complexities of their father’s presence. I needed to handle this delicately, to protect them from the storm I could feel brewing on the horizon.

“He’s someone from my past,” I said softly, kneeling in front of them. “But he’s not someone who’s important to our lives right now. What matters is that we’re safe and together.”

Ethan’s face was of curiosity and concern, his young mind clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Are you sure he’s not important?”

“Grace, it’s Christiana,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “We need to finalize the deals for the new properties. How’s everything coming along?”

Grace’s voice crackled through the speaker, her efficiency evident even from the other end of the line. “We’re making great progress. The purchase agreements for the properties in both the downtown and the business district are almost complete. I’m currently negotiating the final terms for the larger building that will serve as our flagship office. The architects are preparing the blueprints for the layout.”

“Excellent,” I replied, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “I want everything to be perfect. This is more than just an expansion; it’s about establishing our brand firmly in this city. Make sure the design reflects our vision—modern, impactful, and unmistakably ours.”

“I’ll ensure it’s top-notch,” Grace assured me. “We’re also coordinating with local marketing teams to prepare for the launch event. It’s going to be a major push to introduce our new branches.”

“Good,” I said. “Keep me updated on any developments. And make sure to handle any unexpected issues promptly. We need to stay ahead of the curve.”

After ending the call, I leaned back against the bed, my mind shifting to the logistics of our business expansion. It was a welcome distraction from the emotional turbulence. My role as a powerful businesswoman provided a semblance of control and clarity amidst the chaos of my personal life.

Just as I was organizing my thoughts, my phone buzzed again. It was an email alert. I opened it to find the final designs for the new office space. The sleek, cutting-edge aesthetics captured the essence of what we were trying to achieve—a proof to our hard work and ambition. The idea of this new venture energized me, pushing away the nagging unease about Alex and the questions from the kids.

I took a deep breath, channeling all my focus into the business. It was a small solace, a way to regain control in a world where so much felt unpredictable. I needed to stay strong—for myself, for Ethan and Emma, and for the future we were building together.