Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Christiana’s POV

The door to the lawyer’s office closed behind me with a soft click. I had barely taken a step inside when the man behind the desk looked up from his papers, his expression serious and firm.

“Mrs. Davis, please take a seat. Your husband will join us shortly, but there are matters we need to discuss first,” he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his imposing mahogany desk.

Curiosity ate at me as I settled into the chair. What could possibly be so urgent that Alex had summoned me here, to a lawyer’s office of all places? I watched the lawyer intently, waiting for him to continue. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Mrs. Davis, your husband, Alex, has proposed a divorce.

My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him, stunned. “Good heavens, a divorce?” I managed to say, my voice was shaky.

The lawyer nodded, his face was of professional detachment. “I know this comes as a surprise to you, but that’s what Alex

wants.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat was of shock and disbelief that coursed through me. Divorce? Alex and I had our problems, sure, but I never imagined it would come to this.

The lawyer continued, detailing Alex’s grievances like he was reading from a script. “He has cited several reasons for this decision. Firstly, he feels there is a disconnection in your communication. He also mentioned disagreements on financial matters and the future direction of your lives together.”

My mind was racing, struggling to process his words. Alex and I had our spats, but were they really enough to end our marriage!

“And finally,” the lawyer said, looking up to meet my eyes, “he mentioned the issue of children. You have been unable to conceive after two years of marriage. Alex is a man of considerable wealth, a billionaire, and he desires heirs to continue his legacy.”

A sharp pain pierced my chest, and tears stung my eyes. The lawyer’s words felt like daggers, each one driving deeper into my heart. That Alex could sit here and tell this man such intimate, painful details about our lives. It was almost too much to bear.

My hands trembled as I clasped them in my lap. I felt utterly betrayed, hurt beyond measure. The man I loved, the man I thought I knew, had laid bare our most private struggles and used them as reasons to end our marriage.

The lawyer paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. I struggled to compose myself, to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. I couldn’t believe it had come to this–my own husband, my Alex, seeking to end our life together because of something as tragic and uncontrollable as infertility.

I sat there, unable to speak, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. The future I had envisioned, the love I thought was unbreakable, was crumbling before my eyes. How could he do this to me? To us?

The door to the lawyer’s office opened with a quiet creak, and Alex stepped inside. My heart skipped a beat, and I rose from my chair, meeting his gaze with tear–filled eyes.

“A divorce,” I said, my voice trembling. “That’s what you truly want?”

“Yes,” Alex replied, his tone devoid of any remorse. He clenched and unclenched his jaw before continuing, “I can’t do it anymore. This whole marriage is suffocating”

The words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I struggled to remain standing, my heart aching with a pain I had never known. “There are rumors, I began, swallowing hard, “that you’re seeing Bianca Lewis, the celebrity, the fashion icon. Is that true?”

Alex didn’t flinch. “Yes. You and I drifted apart several months ago, although we did get intimate but I was never satisfied. So, 1 started seeing Bianca, and we’ve been together for six months. I must say she makes me feel whole.”

It was as if he had punched me in the face. The rumors I had dismissed as baseless were true. Alex had cheated on me. My chest felt like it was about to explode from the overwhelming agony. I had defended him, convinced he would never betray me, but now, hearing it from his own lips, I was shattered.

“How could you do this to me?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “I loved you, Alex. I sacrificed everything to be with you. And

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now you want to leave me?”

Alex’s expression remained cold, almost indifferent. “Don’t even think about begging me because once a man has made up his. mind, nothing else can change it

His words were like daggers, each one slicing deeper into my already wounded heart. The man I thought I knew, the man I had devoted my life to, stood before me as a stranger. The future I had dreamed of was slipping away, replaced by a painful reality I was unprepared to face.

I felt an overwhelming sense of loss and betrayal. This was not how it was supposed to be. The love that had once bound us now lay in ruins. Destroyed by his desire for a divorce to part ways with me.

The lawyer watched silently, his eyes flicking between us. I could feel the walls closing in, the air growing heavy with the finality of Alex’s decision.

I wanted to scream, to lash out, to make him see the depth of the pain he was causing. But all I could do was stand there, my heart breaking into pieces.

I took several deep breaths, trying to steady my raging nerves. The air felt thick with tension, but I forced myself to remain calm. Meeting Alex’s gaze with a newfound boldness, I said, “You want a divorce? Fine. I’ll give it to you”

Turning to the lawyer, I held out my hand. “Give me the documents.”

The lawyer hesitated for a moment, then handed over the papers. I could feel Alex’s eyes on me as I signed each page with a steady hand, willing myself not to break down. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

With the final signature in place, I stood up and walked over to Alex, holding the signed documents out to him. I’ve given you what you want.”

Alex took the papers, his expression unreadable. “You can have the mansion,” he said after a moment. “And Davis Enterprises, along with the estate in the Hamptons. Plus, $50 million as compensation for all your suffering throughout the years.”

The words hung in the air, a list of material possessions meant to ease the pain of a broken heart. But they meant nothing to

me now.

“I don’t want any of it.” I said, my voice steady and clear. “Keep your money, your properties, your company. They won’t heal the hurt you’ve caused.”