Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 109

Christiana’s POV.

| had tried to stay calm, but it was useless. Alex had invaded my mind, leavingrestless, pacing around my

apartment as if moving could shake off the weight of him. His eyes....haunted, broken...when he sawin

Daniel's arms, they haunted me. The man who always had something to say, who could cut you down with his

words or charm you with a smile, had been silent. And it wasn't just the silence. It was the way he looked at me,

like his soul had been ripped from his body.

| couldn't sit still any longer.

Before | even knew what | was doing, | grabbed my keys and stormed out, my heart pounding in my chest. | had

to find him. The thought of him drowning in whatever darkness had taken him down gnawed at me, even though

| despised him... hated him for how he madefeel, for never lettingforget.

After what felt like hours of searching, | finally spotted him through the glass walls of a bar. He was hunched over

the counter, his back to the door, and James, his ever-loyal P.A., stood beside him. From the empty bottles

scattered around, it was clear he was drunk...very drunk. | pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the

unease that gripped me, but it was no use. The sight of him like that hitharder than | expected.

Quickly, | walked in, after puffing out a heavy breath.

And then | stood there for a moment, frozen, watching. Then | heard him, his voice, slurred but still unmistakably

his.

“I know,” he muttered, taking another swig. “I saw the way she looked at him. She never looked atlike that.

Never.”

| clenched my fists. He was talking about me.

My breath hitched in my throat as he suddenly turned, as if sensing my presence. His eyes found mine, while |

was standing there, and for a second, everything stopped. The world around us faded away, and it was just him

and me. His eyes...God, his eye...were filled with so much pain, and beneath all that drunken state, there was

love. | hated it. | hated how much I could still feel it.

“Christiana,” he was shocked for sseconds upon seeingthere, and | knew it was because | was the last

person he was expecting to see at that moment.

He stumbled to his feet, knocking the empty bottles aside.

| marched over to him, ignoring the curious stares from the other patrons. My chest was tight, emotions swirling,

couldn't decide if | was angry or just heartbroken.

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“What the hell do you think you're doing?” | snapped, yanking the bottle out of his hand and slamming it on the

counter. He chuckled, his voice low and thick with alcohol. “You're so beautiful, you know that?” His eyes roamed

over me, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl, but not because it was unwanted...because | hated how

much power he still had over me. “Where's Daniel? Hm? Still comforting you?”

| narrowed my eyes, fury bubbling up inside me. “You're a fool, Alex. A complete fool.”

His smile faltered for a moment before he laughed again, a hollow, bitter sound. “Yeah... | guess | am.” He

leaned closer, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “But look at you. Always so damn perfect,”

“Shut up, Alex, | hissed. “You don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Oh, don’t I?” His gaze darkened, and he looked atlike | was both his salvation and his ruin. “I saw the way

he looked at you. Daniel... he’s in love with you. | could see it. Did he touch you?” His words were sharp now,

each one hittinglike a knife. “Your hands, your body?”

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Alex laughed, shaking his head. “Did he touch you with his fucking mouth, Christiana?” His voice rose, and he

grabbed my arm, his grip tight but not painful. “Did he?!”

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“Stop!” | yelled, pulling my arm free. “Just stop, Alex! You're drunk, and you don’t know what you're saying.”

There was a moment of silence between us, the air thick with tension. James shifted uncomfortably beside us,

clearly not knowing what to do. | could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't look away from Alex. The hurt in his

eyes was unbearable.

“Why are you here?” His voice was softer now, almost pleading. “You're good at avoiding me, Christiana. Good at

disregarding everything I've tried to do, at makingfeel like shit.”

His words hitharder than I'd expected, leavingmomentarily speechless. | opened my mouth to say

something, but nothing cout. | hated him. | hated him so much, but seeing him like this...broken, hurting

because of me...was more than | could bear.

He stared at me, his gaze searching mine, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped again. The love in

his eyes, mixed with all that pain, was too much.

| couldn’t speak. | couldn't breathe.

It was too much.

| stood there, staring at Alex, my heart pounding in my chest. His words were so raw, so full of hurt...left me

rattled. | couldn’t just stand there anymore. Something insidebroke, and before | could stop myself, |

stepped forward, closing the distance between us. James took a step back, awkwardly shifting his gaze between

us, clearly sensing the tension that was about to explode.

“Alex,” | said softly, standing directly in front of him now. My voice was low but he heard it. He looked up at me,

his drunken haze flickering with something...something deep and wounded.

He opened his mouth to speak, but | cut him off, my frustration boiling over. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t

get to makefeel like I'm the one who's ruined everything when you're the one who walked away.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and | could see the storm brewing behind them. “I never walked away,” he slurred,

leaning back on the barstool, his gaze still locked on mine. “You... you pushedout. You were always pushing