Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 12

Christiana’s POV

The following day, Larrived at the chic, open–air café where Margaret had requested our meeting. It was a trendy spot, surrounded by lush greenery and shimmering water features–an environment meant to impress. I had decided to make a statement, so I arrived in a sharp, tailored navy suit, with a crisp white blouse and stiletto heels that clicked authoritatively on the floor. My bodyguards flanked me, their presence a silent declaration of my own power and boldness. The crowd parted as we walked through, their gazes flickering with curiosity and respect..

I spotted Margaret at the center of the cafe’s outdoor seating area. Her normal facial expression was unmistakable, even as she sat alone at a small table, her fingers elegantly wrapped around a porcelain cup. I approached her with deliberate calmness. As I drew closer, I took off my dark shades and let a smirk cross my lips–a silent declaration that I was no longer the unsure, intimidated woman she once knew.

Margaret’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease flashing across her face. She straightened in her chair, her composed facade momentarily faltering. “Ms. Davis,” she began, her voice smooth but edged with condescension. “I see you’ve made quite the effort to flaunt your new wealth. Bodyguards and all. How very… ostentatious.”

I didn’t let her words shake me. I met her gaze coolly, my smirk unwavering. “Let me remind you, Margaret,” I started, my tone deliberate and steady, “that I’m here on my own terms, not because I’m trying to impress anyone. Your previous attempts to diminish me are a part of history. I’ve moved beyond that, and you should know better than to underestimate.

me.”

Her eyes widened in shock at my bluntness. I could see her struggling to mask her surprise, her poised demeanor slipping slightly. “Well, I suppose you’re more formidable than I gave you credit for,” she said grudgingly, her voice lacking its usual icy edge. “Please, have a seat

to the point,” she said crisply, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

steadily. “I don’t see why there’s a need for discussion. Alex already made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me–or our children–when he divorced me. He claimed I was barren and moved on without a second

unreasonable. The children are part

place in our lives. I’ve worked hard to provide for

intrusive.

this manner. “You might want to reconsider your stance,” she said, her tone cold and commanding. “It’s in your

have

taking on a commanding edge. “Listen, Christiana,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Name your price. Just give me the children. They are my grandchildren, after all. I’m

think I’m stupid? You really

anger, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You’ll regret this, Christiana. My influence reaches far, and I can make your life very difficult. You’re in

“Threats? Really? If you think I’m going to be swayed by your attempts at intimidation, you’re mistaken. I’ve fought too hard to let anyone take what’s mine. You can keep your

“You’ll find out

that made it clear our discussion was over. “I’ve already dealt with much worse. So save your threats

heels clicking firmly as I walked wards the