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

out of my seat and striding across the restaurant, fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. I wasn’t even thinking

eyes widened in shock, her smile fading into confusion and something else–was it fear? She didn’t expect to see

the disbelief in it. Her gaze flickered between me and Daniel, who

collected, like he had every right to be with her. I leaned closer to him, my

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

rose from her seat, her expression hardening. “You have no

care. All 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

warning you, Brooks. She’s not yours to take,” I hissed, stepping even closer, daring him to

calm but firm. “She’s not yours either, Alex. You lost

snapped something in me. Before I knew it, I’d swung my fist, landing a hard punch across his

breathing heavily, chest heaving with barely contained rage. But the sight of her kneeling beside him, her hands trembling as

at me with pure hatred in her eyes, her voice low and

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

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