Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 31

Bianca’s POV.

The chandeliers sparkled above like stars, putting a nice glow over the luxury beauty parlor. It reeked of wealth and privilege -a place where secrets were traded like currency and power dripped from every word. I could feel the weight of it as I sat in one of the velvet chairs, tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to be the woman on Alex’s arm, not some discarded fool left in the cold while he ran back to that wretched ex–wife of his,

Margret Alistair–Alex’s mother–was seated across from me, her expression sharp, though she tried to soften it. She reached over and gently placed her hand on mine, a well–manicured finger tapping rhythmically. Her eyes, dark and calculating. studied me as though measuring how much fight I had left.

“Bianca, dear,” she began, her voice as smooth as silk but laced with coldness, “you mustn’t let this break you. Alex is going through a phase. He’ll come to his senses. That miserable Christiana might have crawled back into his life, but she won’t last. I’ll make sure of that”

My breath hitched as I wiped away the tears with trembling hands. “He chose her, Margret. He broke it off with me like I meant nothing. He said he needed time to figure things out. But we both know what that really means, don’t we? He’s going back to her.”

Margret’s eyes narrowed, and a cold smile curled at the edges of her lips. “Christiana is nothing but a burden–she always was. A pathetic woman clinging to a past she ruined. Alex only feels guilty because of those twins. She’s using them to worm her way back in. But let me tell you something. Bianca. Those children are more valuable to me than Christiana could ever imagine. They carry the Alistair blood, and they belong in this family, under our control–not with that lowly woman who couldn’t even keep a man.”

I listened intently, feeling hope and bitterness rise in my chest. There was something reassuring about Margret’s coldness. She was powerful, a force no one would dare cross. But I also knew that relying solely on her would be a mistake. If I wanted to keep what was mine, I’d have to act, not just watch as Margret played her games.

“Bianca,” Margret continued, her tone taking on a more commanding edge, “I’m working on ways to get those kids away from her. Custody battles, legal pressure–whatever it takes. Once those twins are with us, Alex will see the truth. Christiana has nothing left to offer him. You, on the other hand, are exactly what he needs. You’re the perfect match, poised and suitable for the Alistair legacy.”

Her words were like poison–laced honey, sinking into my mind. I nodded, but I wasn’t just going to sit back and wait for Margret to take action. No, if this was going to work, I had to strike first.

I stared at her, the tears now drying as a cold determination settled in my chest. “I appreciate everything you’re doing. Margret. But you know as well as I do that Christiana won’t go down without a fight. She’ll play the perfect mother, act like the martyr, and try to make Alex fall for that all over again.”

Margret’s eyes flashed with contempt. “Let her try. She’s pathetic and desperate. We’ll make sure the courts see that she’s unfit, and once we have the kids, Alex will be free to move on with you–where he belongs.”

strike first. If Christiana thinks she can waltz back into

a glint of approval in her eyes. “Now you’re

I wasn’t weak. I refused to lose Alex to someone like Christiana–a woman who

formed and alliances were forged, I wouldn’t be some damsel waiting

world

isn’t just about you. It’s about preserving the Alistair name. I won’t let

determined smile, though inside, my hatred burned hotter than ever. “Thank you,

a smile on my face. The

spinning around how I could dismantle Christiana piece by piece. It wasn’t just about getting Alex back–it was about revenge. She’d taken from me what should have been mine,

won.

Not for long.

heels clicking against the floor with determined rhythm. I couldn’t afford to wait for Margret’s plans to take shape. This had to be swift, calculated, and utterly devastating for Christiana. If I let

there was something else simmering underneath all that rage–disappointment. Disappointment that Alex, who I’d spent years investing in, could so easily let go of what we had. How could he throw me aside like I meant nothing? After everything I’d done for him, supported him

a life I wanted

took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. There were plenty of ways to make someone’s life miserable. You just had to know where to apply the pressure. And lucky for me, I had all the resources

check. Comprehensive. On Christiana… and the twins.” My voice was

are you looking for?” the voice

school records, anything that

into her past or talk to every person she’s ever known. I

and I want it