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

Before 1 knew it, I was 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 straight. All I could see was Christiana laughing like she used

closer, Christiana’s laughter died abruptly as she noticed me. Her eyes widened in shock, her smile fading into confusion and something else–was it fear? She didn’t expect to see me here, that

Her gaze flickered between me and

focused entirely on him. I hated the way he sat there all calm and collected, like he had every right to be with her. I leaned closer to him, my voice laced with venom. “Stay the

If anything, he squared his shoulders and met my glare head–on. “I

her voice. She rose from her seat, her expression hardening. “You have no right to barge in here and make a scene. Leave

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

hissed, stepping even closer, daring him to

“She’s not

punch across his jaw. The sound of the impact

to his side as he stumbled back and collapsed to the floor. I stood there, breathing heavily, chest heaving with barely contained rage. But the sight of her kneeling beside him, her hands trembling as she wiped the blood from his mouth with her handkerchief–it

up at me with pure hatred in her eyes, her voice low and icy. “Get out, Alex. You’re pathetic.”

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

They didn’t know who I was, didn’t recognize that I was Alex Williams Alistair. To them, I