Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 70

Christiana's POV.

I stormed into Alex’s office, my mind racing with both anger and confusion. I didn’t even bother knocking. The door swung open, and there he was, sitting behind his desk, calm and collected, like he hadn't just ruined a man’s entire career.

"Christiana," he greeted, his eyes immediately softening at the sight of me. It made my throat tighten, but I shoved the feeling aside. I was here for a reason.

"We need to talk," I said, cutting straight to the point. "About Roger Wilkes."

His expression remained steady, almost amused, like he knew exactly why I was there.

"Ah," Alex said, leaning back in his chair, his hands steepled in front of him. "I see Grace’s news has reached you."

"Don’t act like you didn’t expect me to find out." My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t stop it. The frustration, the confusion…it was all bubbling too close to the surface. "Did you do it?"

His smile widened slightly, a small, almost proud tilt of his lips. "I did."

I blinked, momentarily thrown off by how casual he was about it. "You destroyed his business, Alex."

"And I’d do it again," he replied without missing a beat, his gaze locking onto mine. There was no remorse in his voice, no hesitation. "Roger Wilkes almost ruined you, Christiana. Stole your guests, tampered with your invitations. What did you expect me to do?"

I couldn’t believe him. "I didn’t ask for your help."

His eyes darkened, his gaze becoming more intense. "You didn’t have to."

My chest tightened, but I refused to let him get to me. I crossed my arms, forcing myself to maintain control. "I don’t want you in my affairs, Alex. You had no right to intervene like that."

He stood up from behind his desk, his movements slow and deliberate as he walked around to stand in front of me. "I had every right," he said, his voice quieter now but no less determined. "Anyone who tries to hurt you has me to answer to."

He was close, too close. I could feel the warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne filling the space between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I wouldn’t let him see how much he was affecting me.

"I don’t need you," I said, my voice shaky but firm. "You chose Bianca five years ago. You left."

Alex’s jaw clenched at the mention of her name, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he reached out and gently tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. His touch was soft, yet it sent a jolt through my body.

"And I regret it every day," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you and the kids are my priority. I’m still investigating the fire outbreak. Whoever tried to hurt you and the children will be caught. I won’t let anyone get away with it."

My heart was racing, pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. His words hung in the air between us, heavy and filled with an emotion I wasn’t ready to confront. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin, the intensity in his gaze.

For a brief moment, I was frozen. Five years of buried emotions were swirling inside me, rising to the surface against my will.

But I couldn’t let him back in. Not after everything.

I slapped his hand away from my chin, the sound of it sharp in the quiet room. "Don’t," I said, my voice trembling. It was the second time today that he had gotten this close. This intimate. First in the morning at the hotel, and now this.

Alex didn’t flinch. His eyes remained fixed on mine, searching for something, maybe a crack in my armor. But I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

"I’m fine on my own," I added, stepping back, needing to put distance between us. "I don’t need you coming to my rescue."

He exhaled softly, running a hand through his hair, but his gaze never wavered. "Whether you need me or not, Christiana, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. But it was harder than I wanted to admit. Because despite everything; the anger, the resentment…there was still a part of me that ached for him. A part of me that remembered what it felt like to be loved by Alex.

And that terrified me.

But I wouldn’t let it show. Not now. Not ever.