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

offered seat with a smooth grace, 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

our children–when he divorced me. He claimed I was barren and moved on without a second thought. I found out that I was pregnant, and I’ve raised these children on my own since then. Neither you nor Alex have any right to impose

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

worked

intrusive.

clearly wasn’t used to being challenged in this manner. “You might want to reconsider your stance,” she

said all I need to say. If you or Alex have any further intentions, you’ll have to pursue them through the proper

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 come to a

was sharp and bitter, echoing around the chic cafe. “You think I’m stupid? You really believe I’d trade my children for anything? If you think you can just buy them off me, you’re

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

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.

eyes flared with exasperation, her composure cracking slightly. “You’ll find out

it clear our discussion was over. “I’ve already dealt with much worse. So save your threats for someone who’s willing to be intimidated. I’m not the

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