Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Alexander POV

I gripped the steering wheel tighter than I intended, knuckles white as I sped down the empty streets. My mind was a mess, replaying everything from last night. It had been perfect.almost too perfect. Christiana had melted in my arms, her soft moans, the way she looked at me… I thought, for a moment, that we were healing, that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back. But this morning? God, it was like waking up from a beautiful dream only to be slapped by reality.

The way she looked at me, like I was a mistake, like she regretted every touch… It made my blood boil. “What the hell, Christiana?” I muttered under my breath, jaw clenched. Last night had felt like something out of a fairytale, something I’d dreamed about for five long years. But this inorning? It was a nightmare I couldn’t escape from.

I shook my head, the memory of her cold voice stabbing me in the chest.

“Leave, Alex. Just go, she’d said, her eyes colder than I’d ever seen them. It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she threw them at me like I was nothing.

1 stayed. Cooked for her. I watched over the kids. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care.

She had treated me like I was the one who’d done something wrong.

I could still see the way her face twisted in anger, how she practically spat the words at me. I’d been patient. I’d let her get it all out, but every word felt like a blow, knocking the breath out of me. And then, when she finally pushed me away, it felt like the final nail in the coffin.

Now, as I drove through the city, I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me. I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, my heart pounding in my chest. “What the hell was that!I asked myself, voice tight with frustration.

I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror, My face was hard, eyes burning with both anger and pain. She had every right to be angry, to feel hurt, but not like this. Not after the way she clung to me last night, like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

1 scoffed, the memory burning in my mind. She was a different person this morning, cold, cruel, and distant. “Damn it, Christiana,” I muttered under my breath, How could she flip like that? It wasn’t just rejection. It was as if she wanted to erase everything that happened between us. Like she regretted every second we spent together. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

But it wasn’t just her words that hurt it was the look in her eyes, I had seen that look before…years ago, when she had signed those divorce papers after accepting my reckless decision. That look had that same emptiness, that same finality.

My jaw tightened as I floored the gas pedal. Fine. If she wanted to push me away, then I’d let her. I wasn’t some fool who would beg for her attention. I’d done everything I could, stayed up with the kids, cooked for her…and what did I get in return? A slap in the face.

But still, beneath all the anger, there was something else tugging at me, something I didn’t want to admit. The pain. The- disappointment. I’d allowed myself to hope, to believe that maybe we could fix things. That maybe I could still have a family. But Christiana made it clear: she didn’t want me. Not like that.

I shook my head again, trying to push the thoughts away. “No, growled to myself “No more I wasn’t going to let her tear me apart again.

But the truth was, despite everything, she already had.

As I sped down the highway, the cool wind rushing through the cracked window, I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe it was time to give Christiana the space she’d been so desperately pushing for. Space, for good this time.

My grip on the steering wheel loosened, and I sighed, long and deep, staring at the road ahead but barely seeing it. Last night, everything felt right. For the first time in years, we’d connected again…really connected. But this morning? She’d

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made it crystal clear that nothing had changed. I had tried, harder than I ever had before, to make things right. But maybe…. maybe it w

enough. Maybe it would never be enough.

I’d spent two months holding onto the hope that there was still something left between us, something worth fighting for. But the way she pushed me away today… It was like a slap in the face. It made me wonder if I was fighting a battle that had already been lost years ago.

Giving her space. I thought about it over and over again. What would that even look like? Cutting ties completely, leaving her and the kids alone, and letting her figure things out without me hovering? Could I even do that? After all, they were my children too.

But the truth was, every time I came around, it felt like I was only making things worse. I saw it in her eyes, the anger, the regret. She was torn up about me being in her life again, and maybe… maybe it was time I stopped fighting for something. that wasn’t there anymore. Maybe it was time to let her go, really let her go.

I took a deep breath, swallowing down the bitterness that rose in my throat. “Maybe giving her space is the only way she’ll be happy.” I muttered under my breath, though the words felt like gravel in my mouth.

For so long. I’d been the one trying to fix things, trying to be the bigger person, the one who could make things right again. But what if I was wrong? What if staying in her life was only making her miserable? What if I was just clinging to a past that didn’t exist anymore?

The thought of walking away, of stepping back and letting her live her life without me in it, twisted something deep in my chest. But maybe it was time. Maybe it was time to stop f

ighting for something that was already broken.