Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 155

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Alex's POV

| was halfway through reviewing the quarterly reports when James knocked at the door of my suite. His knock

was sharp and deliberate, but | could sense something off even before | told him to cin.

“Sir,” he began hesitantly as he stepped inside, holding a gaudy golden package. His expression was tightly

controlled, but there was a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. “This just arrived for you. From... someone calling

themselves your ‘biggest fan.

| frowned, closing my laptop and leaning back in my chair. “What is it?”

“I'm not sure,” he replied, placing the box on the coffee table in front of me. “But it was delivered by a courier,

and the concierge confirmed it’s for you.”

| stared at the package. There was no sender's name, just a glittery gold bow that made it look ridiculous. My jaw

tightened as | reached for it, peeling back the wrapping with deliberate movements. | hated surprises, and

something about this felt wrong.

The contents of the box made my blood run cold.

A clown wig. Bright red, cheap, and utterly absurd. Beneath it was a handwritten note on crisp white paper, the

scrawled words mockingwith their simplicity:

“For the clown of the year. From your biggest fan.”

My hand clenched the note so tightly that the paper crumpled. | could feel James watching me, but | refused to

meet his

gaze.

“Is this a joke?” | asked, my voice low and controlled, though the fury went high.

James cleared his throat. “I... don’t believe so, sir. The concierge said the courier was insistent it was meant for

you.”

“Did they leave a name?”

“No, sir.”

| tossed the wig and the note back into the box and shoved it aside. “Next tsomething like this arrives,

screen it before bringing it to me.”

“Understood, sir,” James said, but he didn’t leave. His posture shifted awkwardly, and | knew there was more.

“What else?” | snapped.

Another knock sounded at the door before he could answer. James glanced at me, then moved to open it.

Another courier stood outside, holding a second package.

James turned back to me, this this expression uneasy. “It seems there's another delivery, sir.”

| shot up from my chair, striding over to the door. “Give it here, barked, snatching the box from the courier’s

hands. The man barely had tto step back before | slammed the door shut in his face.

Ripping the wrapping off this one, | found a miniature trophy engraved with the words “Second Place.”

My teeth ground together as | read the accompanying note:

“Always the runner-up. Don’t worry, there’s no shin losing unless it's to me.”

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The handwriting was the same, the arrogance seeping through every word.

“Daniel,” | muttered under my breath, my hands trembling with anger. It had to be him. This was his brand of

spiteful mockery, a juvenile attempt to get under my skin.

James hovered nearby, unsure whether to speak or stay silent.

“Leave it,” | snapped, throwing the box onto the coffee table. “And find out how many more deliveries | can

expect. | want the concierge to callthe moment another courier arrives.”

“Yes, sir,” James said quickly, retreating toward the door.

As soon as he was gone, | paced the room, my fists clenched. This wasn't just a taunt; it was a calculated move,

designed to disrupt my focus, to makelook over my shoulder at every turn. And worse, it was working.

Daniel had always been a thorn in my side, but this was a new low. He wasn’t satisfied with his little victories in

business. Now he wanted to humiliate me, to invade my space, to makefeel powerless.

But | wasn’t powerless.

| grabbed the trophy and stared at it, my mind racing. He thought this was clever, that he could throwoff

balance with cheap pranks and meaningless trophies.

Fine. If he wanted to play games, I'd play. But this time, I'd make sure he didn’t walk away unscathed.

| set the trophy down, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “You've declared war, Daniel,” | said aloud, the

weight of my anger settling into something colder, sharper. “And you're going to regret it.”

The phone immediately buzzed on the table, breaking through the haze of my anger. | glanced at the screen and

felt my stomach tighten when | saw her name. Christiana.

For a brief moment, | considered letting it ring, composing myself fully before answering. But | knew

her....ignoring her call would only make things worse. With a sigh, | picked up, my voice carefully even.

“Christiana,” | said softly, walking to the window to put sdistance betweenand the chaos strewn across

the coffee table.

“Alex,” her voice snapped, sharp and accusatory. “What the hell is going on? Your line's been switched off for

three days! Three days, Alex. Do you have any idea how worried I've been?

I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. | could hear the strain in her voice, a mix of frustration and

genuine concern, and it twisted something in my chest. “I'm sorry,” | said immediately, my tone earnest. “I

should've called, | know. Things have just been... hectic.”

“Hectic?” she repeated, incredulous. “That's your excuse? You go silent for days, and then I find out you've flown

to Dubai without a word? Alex, what were you thinking?”

| exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. “It wasn’t planned, Christiana. | had to handle something urgently,

and | didn’t want to worry you.”

“Not worry me?” she shot back. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? I've been calling everyone,

trying to figure out where you were! Do you know how many times James had to lie to cover for you?”

My jaw tightened at the mention of James. I'd have to thank him for keeping things quiet, but | hated that it had

cto this. | leaned against the window, the cool glass pressing against my palm.

“I'm sorry,” | said again, my voice quieter this time. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. | just needed to... clear my

head.”

“Clear your head?” Her tone softened slightly, but the edge was still there. “Alex, you don’t do things like this.

You don’t just

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| could picture her, pacing back and forth with that determined furrow in her brow, her lips pressed into a thin

line. She always looked beautiful when she was angry, though now wasn’t the tto dwell on it.

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“I know,” | said, running a hand through my hair. “It was selfish of me. | should've told you | was leaving. You

didn’t deserve to be left in the dark like that.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, the sound of her breathing filling the silence.

“You're right,” she said finally, her voice softer now, though the frustration hadn't entirely faded. “I didn’t.”

Guilt gnawed at me. She deserved better-better than my half-truths, better than the mess I'd been dragged

into. But | couldn't tell her about Daniel. Not now, not when the stakes were so high.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her tone shifting to one of concern. “Is something going on? Something you're not

telling me?”

| hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “I'm fine,” | lied. “It’s just work, Christiana. You know how things can

get.”

She didn’t sound convinced. “You've never let work turn you into a ghost, Alex.”

| leaned my forehead against the glass, closing my eyes. “I'll make it up to you,” | promised, dodging her

statement. “I'll be back soon, and we'll talk. Properly.”

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She sighed, her frustration finally starting to ebb. “Take care of yourself, Alex. And callnext time, okay? Even

if it’s just to say you're alive.”

“I will,” I said, the words coming out like a vow. “I promise.”

As the call ended, | stayed by the window, the weight of the conversation settling over me. | had managed to

calm her down, but the truth was far more complicated than I let on.

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But as | stood there, staring out at the

glittering skyline of Dubai, | knew one

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about to find out just how far | was

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