Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 118

Christiana’s POV.

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The next few weeks felt like a dream. Every morning, | woke up in a new city, greeted by towering skylines, busy

streets, or the soft, endless blue of the ocean. The entire world had opened up for us, each new destination more

dazzling than the last. | looked over at Alexander as he gave directions to our driver in fluent French, his

presence a mafor attention wherever we went. The kids, wide-eyed and bubbling with excitement, clung to

his hands, pulling him forward as if they couldn't wait another second to explore the next corner of the world.

We were in Paris first, with the Eiffel Tower glowing against the night sky. Our twins, Ethan and Emma, couldn't

stop talking about it. Their eyes shone brighter than any of the lights as they ran around, giggling in awe, while

Alex lifted them high on his shoulders one by one, so they could “touch the stars.”

“Mom, look!” Emma squealed as she held my hand, pointing up. “It's even prettier than | imagined!”

“It’s magical, sweetheart,” | whispered, and | meant it. Seeing Paris with them, seeing it through their eyes....was

surreal. | glanced at Alex beside me, who was grinning like | hadn’t seen him grin in years, and it struckhow

surreal this entire trip

was.

It was impossible not to feel like a family again, with him effortlessly switching between languages, ensuring we

had the best seats, the best views, the best of everything. Despite the lavish treatment, it was his warmth with

the kids that surprised me. Every glance, every gentle touch, spoke volumes about how much he adored them.

And they, in return, clung to him as if he were the one constant in their ever-changing world.

In Italy, he took us to the opera, where the twins were spellbound, sitting between us as the music swept over

them. | couldn’t remember the last tI'd seen Ethan and Emma so happy. They were practically glowing,

laughing and holding our hands as if they were afraid it would all disappear if they let go.

“Can we go to another one tomorrow?” Ethan asked, his face alight.

Alex leaned down, his eyes warm. “Anything you want, buddy.”

| found myself watching Alex more than the performers. He looked at the kids with such softness in his eyes, it

was like Seeing a whole new man. It was overwhelming, being here like this, as if none of the pain or distance

had ever existed between us.

One night, in a quiet restaurant on the Amalfi Coast, Alex ordered enough pasta to fill a table. He poured us all

sparkling water, clinking glasses with the twins, making them feel so grown-up.

“To our world tour,” he announced with a grin, and the kids echoed him in excited voices, their laughter ringing

out as we toasted to new adventures.

By the twe arrived in Dubai, Alex had arranged for us to attend a grand gala, complete with sparkling lights,

marble floors, and chandeliers that seemed to touch the sky. The twins wore matching outfits he'd picked out,

and | had a stunning gown waiting in my room. When | walked down the staircase to meet him, his gaze swept

overin a way that made my heart flutter, the memory of old sparks slipping into the air between us.

“You look incredible,” he said softly, as he offered his arm. | could only nod, my breath caught, feeling that

familiar thrill that had once drawn us together.

As the night wore on, we danced with the kids under the glimmering lights, and their laughter echoed around us.

| caught sight of Alex looking down at me, a soft smile playing on his lips as he lifted Emma into his arms to spin

her around.

| couldn’t remember the last tI'd seen her so happy. And as | watched them together, something inside me

softened. It was surreal. The man who had once been my world, who had once broken me, was now doing

everything to heal the broken pieces without even knowing it.

At one point, Alex slipped his hand into mine as we walked back to the hotel, the kids fast asleep in our arms. |

didn’t pull

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away. For the first tin years, it felt right, as if we were still bound by something deeper than words.

“It’s been incredible,” | whispered, glancing over at him.

He looked down at me, his expression gentle, almost vulnerable. “I'm just glad | could give this to them... and to

you.”

For the first tin a long time, | felt something | hadn't expected....peace. The pain of our past was still there,

but for now, it felt like we had put it aside. For Ethan and Emma. For ourselves. For the family we were slowly

becoming again.

And as | held his hand, | found myself wondering if, maybe, just maybe, it was possible to believe in second

chances.

The hum of the helicopter filled the air as we soared above the city, and despite my attempts to maintain my

composure, couldnt help but feel a thrill bubbling up inside me. Beside me, Alex was relaxed, his hand lightly

intertwined with mine as he poured champagne into my glass, his eyes never leaving my face.

“To us,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, laced with that smile that always melted my defenses. | clinked

my glass with his, feeling a grin | couldn't contain spread across my lips.

“To us,” | iterated, taking a sip. The champagne was exquisite, a taste that lingered, making everything around