Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 28

Christiana’s POV.

Daniel’s gaze was firm as he waited for my answer, the tension between the three of us crackling like electricity in the air. 1 could feel Alex’s eyes on me, a storm brewing just beneath the surface, but I wouldn’t be manipulated after everything that had transpired between us. Wouldn’t let him dictate my decisions even after all these years. So, I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and made my choice.

“Friday works,” I said, my voice clear and steady.

Daniel’s face broke into a wide, genuine smile, his eyes lighting up with something warm and sincere. “Great,” he said, clearly pleased. He took out his phone, and we exchanged numbers quickly. I’ll pick you up at seven. And say hi to the kids for me, will you?”

“Will do,” I replied with a nod, and Daniel gave me one last grin before turning and walking away. The moment he was out of sight, I felt the atmosphere in the room shift into something heavy and dangerous.

I turned back to Alex, who was practically radiating fury. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. He took a step closer, towering over me with an intensity that might have been intimidating if I still cared enough to be intimidated by him.

“What the hell was that?” Alex growled, his voice low and menacing.

“None of your business,” I shot back, crossing my arms and holding his gaze. I wasn’t going to be bullied into explaining myself. “Who I hang out with, who I date, it’s not your concern, Alex. Not anymore.”

think I’m just going

scoffed. “Daniel’s a good man, and he’s been more

it–something almost desperate. “You don’t even know him,” he

I shot back, cutting him off. “Unlike some people who just think they can

struggled to keep his composure. “I ended things with Bianca,” he said suddenly, his voice rough

momentarily thrown

trying to make me see something I was missing.

could see he was waiting for a reaction, but I refused to give him one.

anymore.

my tone devoid of any real emotion.

frustration. “Christiana, I’m telling

your arms?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “You’ve got to be kidding

to say something, but I wasn’t done. “And frankly, I don’t care why you ended things with her. It’s not my problem. You can live your life however

air between us was thick with tension, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. Alex’s eyes searched mine, as if looking for a crack in the armor, some sign that I was affected by what he’d said. But 1 held firm, refusing

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