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

jealousy, 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 that my nails dug into my palms. I

closer, Christiana’s laughter died abruptly as she noticed me. Her eyes widened in shock, her smile fading

but I could hear the disbelief in it. Her gaze flickered between me and Daniel, who was now staring at me with narrowed

like he had every

If anything, he squared his shoulders and met my glare head–on. “I don’t think

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

too far gone to 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

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

but firm. “She’s not yours either,

my fist, landing a hard punch across his jaw. The sound of the impact echoed through the restaurant, followed by gasps

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

eyes, her voice low and icy. “Get out, Alex. You’re pathetic.”

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

some drunk causing a disturbance. They didn’t know who I