Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 9

Christiana’s POV.

I finally managed to rein in my emotions, my breath steadying as I faced Alex. His cold smirk still lingered, making my blood run cold. I forced myself to maintain a facade of calming and asked, “Who told you the kids were yours?”

Alex’s eyes remained steady, unblinking. “I know they’re mine.”

I tried to keep my voice even, though it quivered with the effort. “The kids aren’t yours. Get that out of your head.”

A flash of anger crossed Alex’s face as he countered, “The kids are mine. They look exactly like me—especially Ethan. And Emma.”

My mouth fell open in shock. He knew their names? How deep had he dug? A suffocating silence enveloped us, the kind that makes every second feel like an eternity. Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath, eyes flicking between Alex and me.

I turned away from him, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I needed to escape, to find a place to breathe because things were happening too fast.

But Alex’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. “You planned to hide my kids from me?”

I spun back around, facing him. “For Pete’s sake, the kids aren’t yours. Stop being delusional and stay the hell away from me.”

He moved swiftly, catching my wrist with a firm grip. His eyes bore into mine, his gaze fiem. “The only person who is delusional here is you, Christiana. Lying that those kids aren’t mine.”

This struck a nerve in me.

I glared at him, struggling to free my hand from his grip. It wasn’t tight but was firm enough to assert his dominance. “How dare you!” I hissed, wriggling my hand free.

Alex’s gaze hardened. “How is it possible that we divorced five years ago, and now you have five-year-old twins?”

I ground my teeth, barely able to control my rage. “The kids belong to someone else.”

Alex’s expression shifted from anger to fake curiosity. He leaned closer, dropping his smirk. “Who is their father?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The truth was caught in my throat, trapped between my need to protect my children and the overwhelming pressure from Alex’s interrogation.

I spun on my heel, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of Alex’s question. I needed to distance myself from him, from this tangled mess of emotions. My heart pounded in my chest as I took quick, angry steps away from him. “The kids have a different father,” I lied, trying to sound convincing.

Alex’s chuckle cut through the tension like a knife. “You expect me to believe that? I’ve seen how much Ethan and Emma resemble me.”

I didn’t look back as I continued walking, my steps quickening. “Leave me alone, Alex. The kids are not yours. You don’t have any right to be here.”