Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 36

Alexander POV.

The restaurant was buzzing with soft chatter, romantic music floating through the air as couples shared intimate moments. But none of that registered to me. My eyes were glued to the far end of the room, where Christiana sat with that man–Daniel Brooks

The sight of her smile, the way she giggled and leaned in close to him, was like a knife twisting in my chest. That smile used to be mine. Those eyes, full of warmth and admiration, used to look at me like that. Now, she was giving them to someone else.

Disguised with a cap pulled low over my face and a worn jacket, I watched them, barely able to breathe through the jealousy clawing at my insides. I’d been tailing them since Daniel picked her up from the mansion, watching as he opened the car door for her like some damn gentleman.

Every time she laughed, every time she brushed her hair behind her ear and looked at him with that softness, it felt like heart was being ripped apart. I tried to remind myself this was all my fault. I pushed her away five years ago.

I was the one who drove her into the arms of another man. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

my

the regret, the burning rage–everything boiled over inside me. Before 1 knew it, I was out of my seat and striding across the restaurant, fists clenched so tightly

me. Her eyes widened in shock, her smile fading

a whisper, but I could hear the disbelief in it. Her gaze flickered between me

look at her. My attention was focused entirely on him. I hated the way he sat there all calm and collected, like he

his shoulders and met my glare head–on. “I don’t think she needs you making that decision for

expression hardening. “You have no right to barge in here and

I could focus on was the smug look on Daniel’s face, the way he stayed seated as if he owned the place—and worse, as if he owned

to take,” I hissed, stepping

finally rose from his seat, calm but firm. “She’s not yours either, Alex. You lost

hard punch across his jaw. The sound of

contained rage. But the sight of her kneeling beside him,

her eyes, her voice low

of restaurant staff members hurried over, grabbing me by the arms. “You need to leave, sir. Now,

They bundled me out of the restaurant like I was some drunk causing a disturbance. They didn’t know who I was, didn’t recognize that I was Alex Williams Alistair. To them, I was just some random guy who couldn’t handle seeing his ex with someone