Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 147

Christiana’s POV

The afternoon sun poured through the glass windows of the upscale boutique, and the rows of designer clothes

were displayed with precision. The faint sound of jazz music filled the air as | moved through the aisles, my heels

clicking softly against the marble floor. Behindwere my bodyguards, their presence was something that | had

grown used to over the past few months.

| wasn’t really shopping with intent today...just browsing to clear my head. After everything that had happened

the night before with Alex's mother and Sebastian, | needed a distraction,

| was examining a sleek emerald-green dress when it happened. A hard bump to my shoulder, sharp enough to

makestumble slightly.

“Excuse you,” | started, spinning around to face the person. But the words caught in my throat when | saw her.

Bianca Monroe Lewis.

She looked as poised as ever, wearing a sleek white jumpsuit that clung to her figure like it was tailored

specifically for her. A pair of oversized black sunglasses sat perched on her nose, her dark hair styled into a high

ponytail that swayed with every confident step. Around her neck was a delicate silver chain, subtle yet

expensive-looking, and she carried a designer handbag casually on her arm.

She didn’t even flinch as she passed me, her head held high, as though the world owed her admiration for simply

existing. Behind her trailed a small entourage....three women, all equally stylish, carrying shopping bags and

chatting among themselves as if they were in a private bubble.

The audacity of it hitlike a wave. This woman...this monster_was walking around freely, strutting through

luxury boutiques like she hadn't tried to destroy my life.

Bianca Monroe Lewis, the woman who had burned my house to the ground. The woman who had sent men after

me, kidnappedwith the intent of killing me...all because of her obsessive fixation on Alex. She should have

been rotting in a prison cell, paying for her crimes. But no, she was here, shopping without a care in the world,

thanks to Alex's mother and Bianca's high-powered lawyer who had found a way to keep her out of jail.

| felt a hot, fiery rage course through my veins. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as

| fought the overwhelming urge to march up to her, grab her by that perfectly coiffed ponytail, and make her

pay.

“Ma’am Christiana,” Grace's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, her tone low and urgent. “Don’t. Let it go.”

| blinked, realizing how tense I'd become. My shoulders were stiff, and my jaw ached from how tightly I'd been

clenching it. Grace, my ever-loyal P.A, was standing besidenow, her expression was of concern and caution.

“Let it go?” | hissed, keeping my voice low but sharp. “She’s walking around like nothing happened, Grace. Like

she didn’t try to ruin my life.”

Grace placed a gentle hand on my arm, her eyes pleading. “I know. Believe me, | know. But this isn’t the tor

place. Look at her.”

| followed Grace's gaze. Bianca was now standing by a rack of clothes, examining a designer jacket while one of

her entourage fawned over it. She moved with an air of effortless confidence, her every gesture calculated,

almost theatrical. “She loves this,” Grace continued in a hushed voice. “She wants to get under your skin. Don’t

give her the satisfaction.”

“She already has,” | muttered, my voice bitter.

Bianca must have sensed my gaze because she turned slightly, her lips curling into the faintest smirk. Even

through her

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sunglasses, | could feel the smugness radiating from her. It was as if she knew exactly what she was doing...

knew the effect she had on me...and reveled in it..

| swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away. My heart was racing, my body trembling With

wipe that smug look off her face,” | said through gritted teeth.

Grace squeezed my arm gently. “And you will. But not here. Not now.”

anger. “I want to

| took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. Grace was right. Losing my temper here, in public, would

only give Bianca more power. And | refused to give her that satisfaction.

“Con,” Grace urged, tugging lightly at my arm. “Let's move to another section. She's not worth it.”

was still there, laughing at | allowed her to leadaway, but | couldn't resist one last glance over my shoulder.

Bia something one of her team had said, her voice light and carefree. It made my stomach churn.

As we moved to a quieter part of the store, Grace spoke softly. “She's just trying to flaunt her freedom in your

face. Don't let it get to you.”

| let out a humorless laugh. “Easier said than done. Every t| see her, | think about what she did. What she

almost took from me.”

Grace nodded, her expression sympathetic. “You have every right to be angry. But remember, you're better than

her. You've already won by simply surviving. Don’t stoop to her level.”

Her words settled over me, soothing sof the raw edges of my fury. | nodded slowly, taking another deep

breath. “You're right. She’s not worth it.”

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Grace's voice broke my thoughts again. “You know, it's not just about staying calm. It's about showing her that

she doesn’t matter. That her presence doesn’t phase you.”

I nodded slowly, though my hands still trembled slightly. “She thinks she’s untouchable. That she can keep

walking through life unscathed.”

“She won't,” Grace replied firmly. “Not forever. People like her always slip up.”

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| forced myself to turn back to the task at hand, but the fire in my chest remained, simmering quietly. Bianca

migh t be flaunting her freedom now, but this wasn’t the end of the story.

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