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

feeling the weight of her hate as I did. Margaret wasted no time. “Let’s get to the point,” she said crisply, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. “The letter I sent

me–or our children–when he divorced me. He claimed I was barren and moved on without a second thought. I found out that

being stubborn and unreasonable. The children are part of the Alistair family, and Alex deserves a chance to be involved in their

worked hard to provide for my children and

intrusive.

at my defiance. She clearly wasn’t used to being challenged in this manner. “You might

or Alex have any further intentions, you’ll have to pursue them through the proper channels. I

a shade darker, her expression was of frustration and calculated coldness. She leaned forward, her voice 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 sure we can

“You think I’m stupid? You really believe

in anger, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You’ll regret this, Christiana. My influence reaches far, and

If you think I’m going to be swayed by your attempts at intimidation,

composure cracking slightly. “You’ll find out soon enough that I’m not

made it clear our discussion was over. “I’ve already dealt with much worse. So save your threats for someone who’s willing to be

heels clicking firmly as I walked wards the exit, with my bodyguards trailing right behind