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 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 wasn’t even thinking straight. All I could see was

got 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

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

My attention was focused entirely on him. I hated the way he sat there all calm and collected, like he had every right

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

snapped, finally finding her voice. She rose from her seat, her expression hardening.

smug look on Daniel’s face, the way

She’s not yours to take,” I hissed, stepping

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

me. Before I knew it, I’d swung my fist, landing a hard punch across his jaw. The sound of the impact echoed through the restaurant,

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

by the arms. “You need to leave, sir. Now, one of them

but they weren’t listening. 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