Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 143

Daniel's POV.

| sat in the back seat of my car, staring at the tall glass building in front of me. Christiana’s company. Her pride

and joy. The place where she spent so much of her tbuilding her dreams. She was probably in there right

now, walking back and forth in her office, trying to figure out how to letdown gently

It wasn’t because my offer wasn’t good. It was perfect. It could benefit her in ways | knew she hadn't even

thought of yet. But | knew the real reason she would say no.

Alexander Alistair.

| felt my hands tighten into fists as | thought about him. That man was the reason Christiana held herself back.

The reason she couldn't fully move forward, not withor anyone else. And it wasn't fair.

He had abandoned her when she needed him the most. Left her completely alone while she was carrying his

children, struggling to figure things out on her own. And now, just because he decided to show up again after all

these years, he got to have a place in her life? Just like that?

It madeangry.

Christiana didn’t deserve that. She deserved someone who was going to stand by her no matter what. Someone

who wouldn't leave when things got tough.

She deserved me.

I let out a slow breath, leaning back against the seat. The driver glanced atthrough the rearview mirror but

didn’t say anything. He could probably feel the tension radiating off me. Smart man to stay quiet.

| closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm myself down. Christiana didn’t she owed him something, probably

because he was the father of her kids.

love Alex. | knew she didn’t. But she felt like

her way

softened when we eyes Still,

every t| saw her smile at me, | felt like she was trying to tellsomething. The talked, the way she laughed

more freely when it was just the two of us-it wasn’t just in my head. | knew she cared about me.

But she wouldn't let herself show it. She was holding herself back because of Alex.

The thought of her choosing him, even out of smisplaced sense of duty, made my chest ache. She didn’t

owe him anything. He was the one who had left her. He was the one who had turned his back on her when she

needed someone most.

| leaned my head against the window, my eyes fixed on the building. She was in there, and | couldn't stop

thinking about how she’d looked earlier. The way she crossed her arms, as if she was trying to shield herself from

me. The way her voice got quieter when she mentioned Alex, like she was trying to convince herself as much as

she was convincing me

| sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

“Sir, are we staying here for a while?” the driver asked cautiously breaking the silence.

“No. Drive around the block,” | replied, sitting up straighter.

“Yes, sir.”

The car began to move, but my mind stayed on Christiana. She had no idea how much she meant to me. Or

maybe she did, but she didn’t know what to do with it. Either way, | wasn’t going to give up on her.

| wasn’t like Alex. | didn’t run away when things got difficult. | wasn’t going to let her go because of sghost

from her past.

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As we turned a corner, caught sight of a delivery truck pulling away from the building. My flowers. A small smile

tugged at the corner of my lips. | knew sending them was risky. | wasn’t even sure she liked flowers.

But | wanted to remind her that | was here. That | was thinking about her.

I leaned back in my seat, letting out another breath.

Patience. | needed to be patient. Christiana was worth it. She was worth everything.

But patience wasn’t going to get Alex out of the picture.

For that, | needed a plan. Something that would show her what | already knew-that she deserved better. And |

was the one who could give it to her.

| sat at a corner table in the private pub with little light, staring into the glass of whiskey in my hand. The amber

liquid swirled lazily, catching the light from the candles on the table. | could hear the sound of voices around me,

the clinking of glasses, and the soft jazz playing in the background, but none of it mattered.

| wasn’t here for the noise or the drink. | was here to forget...forget everything but her.

Christiana.

She was always on my mind, even in moments like this, where | should've been letting off ssteam. | couldn't

think about anything else, not when she was the reason I'd played Russian Roulette more times than | could

count, risking my over and over just to get the money to face Alex. To show him that | wasn’t someone to be

dismissed.

life

| took another sip of the whiskey, letting the burn settle in my throat. | wanted to feel it, wanted to feel

something to drown out the ache in my chest. But no matter how much | drank, it didn’t change the fact that

Christiana was the only thing that mattered.

| wasn’t stupid enough to think she didn’t care for me. | saw it in her eyes, in the way her smile softened when

she looked at me. But then there was Alex...always standing between us, always in the picture.

| clenched my jaw. Alexander fucking Alistair.

The guy who walked out on her when she needed him the most. The man who left her pregnant and alone, not

even knowing that she was carrying his child. Now, he was back, and Christiana felt obligated to him because of

stwisted sense of duty. It drovecrazy.

| felt a shift in the air, and when | looked up, three women were standing near my table, smiling at me. | didn't

even need to hear what they had to say...l could already tell by the way they were dressed, the way they stood

that they were after something.

“Mind if we join you?” one of them asked, her voice sweet and inviting, leaning in a little too close.

I didn’t even look at her. “Not tonight,” | muttered, my voice flat. | kept my gaze fixed on my glass, as if that

would make them go away.

But one of them wasn’t having it. She placed her hand on the edge of the table, trying to drawin with her

touch. “Oh, con. You look like you could use scompany. Let us-"

“No,” | said, sharper this time, my eyes finally lifting to meet hers. She stopped, her smile faltering as she took a

step back.

The other two exchanged looks, and then all three of them huffed and walked off, their heels clicking against the

wooden floor, murmuring something aboutbeing a lost cause.

Good. | didn’t need their company. | didn’t need anyone else. | only needed her.

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Nexus Innovations was growing fast. Faster than anyone expected. But | knew it wasn’t enough to compete with

Alistair Davis Enterprises. Not yet, anyway.

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“Hello?” a voice answered on the other end.

“I need everything you can find on Alistair Enterprises,” | said, my voice cold and controlled. “I’m going after

him. Hard.”

There was a pause, and then a reply. “Understood. I'll get the information to you as soon as | can.”

I hung up without another word, staring out into the pub, thinking about how | would make Alex feel the same

fear, the ssense of being outmatc

hed, that I'd felt every day trying to fight for Christiana.

He had no idea what was coming for him.

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