Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 61

Christiana's POV.

I stood frozen in place, my heart nearly stopping as the grand double doors of the banquet hall swung open, revealing a stream of luxurious cars pulling up outside. The kind of cars that screamed old money and power, each with their own fleet of security detail.

I blinked in disbelief as one by one, men and women in finely tailored suits and gowns stepped out. These weren’t just ordinary guests, these were the top elite, the kind of people you saw in Forbes or the evening news, shaking hands with world leaders or running multi-billion-dollar companies.

What…what was happening?

“Christiana,” Grace whispered urgently at my side, tugging at my arm as if she could sense the sheer panic threatening to take over my mind. “That’s Alexander Graham, the oil magnate, and behind him—oh my God, that’s Senator Martinez! I’ve only ever seen her in interviews. How did they…?”

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. Senator Martinez? Alexander Graham? What on earth were they doing here? And why were they flooding into my exhibition?

For a second, I couldn’t move. I stood there, paralyzed by the sight of these high-profile guests who hadn’t been on my list. The same list that, just an hour ago, seemed to have been stolen right from under my nose. And now…now it felt like the universe was playing some twisted joke on me. But this? This was no joke.

“ Ma'am Christiana, we need to move,” Grace urged again, her tone gentle but firm, pulling me out of my daze. “They’re here to see you. You’ve got this.”

I nodded, pulling myself together. Grace was right. These people were here, and they weren’t just any guests—they were the kind of clientele that could change everything for my business. I straightened my posture, smoothed down the front of my dress, and took a deep breath. Professional. Calm. In control.

As we walked toward them, Grace leaned closer and whispered, “That’s Evelyn Starling, the top investor in tech. Her company just closed a deal with the government last month. And that man over there? That’s Marco Lopez, the real estate mogul.”

I glanced at the sleek, silver-haired man Grace had pointed out and felt my stomach do a flip. These were not the kinds of people who just showed up to random exhibitions. Someone had invited them. But who? And how did they know to come here? My mind flashed to Alex, but I shook it off. There was no time to wonder. Right now, I had to act.

I smiled, stepping forward to greet Senator Martinez as if I wasn’t inwardly unraveling. “Senator, what a pleasure to have you here,” I said, keeping my voice smooth and confident. “I’m honored by your presence.”

The senator smiled back, her eyes sharp and appraising as she shook my hand. “I’ve heard a lot about your work, Christiana. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”