Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 42

Bianca’s POV

I watched her from my hidden spot, the brim of my oversized sunglasses putting a perfect cover as I lurked behind the tinted windows of my sleek black car. Christiana Davis. The name itself made my blood boil. There she was, all prim and proper, sashaying down the steps of some overpriced boutique, her designer dress fluttering in the breeze like she hadn’t a care in the world. Her bodyguards flanked her, and her little lapdog of a P.A. hovered nearby, practically fawning over her every move.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. “Look at her,” I hissed under my breath. “Parading around like she owns the damn world. But she’s just a fraud… a nothing. And those brats of hers? They’re just pawns–pawns in her little game to get Alex back.”

I felt my

chest tighten at the thought of Alex. The way he’d tossed me aside, like I was some kind of disposable accessory. All for her. Christiana and her perfect little life, with her perfect little children. She thought she could just waltz back into his life, back into my life, and take what was mine. Not on my watch.

I slid lower in my seat as she neared the car, the sharp click of her heels growing louder. She was close enough now that I could see the determined set of her jaw, the way her lips curved into that insufferable smile. God, how I hated that smile.

“Keep smiling, darling, I muttered, my voice dripping with venom. “We’ll see how long that lasts when I’m through with you.”

My eyes followed her every movement as she climbed into the back of her chauffeured SUV, her bodyguards closing the door behind her. I watched as the car pulled away, slipping into the stream of traffic. Without a second thought, I turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life as I followed at a safe distance. She wouldn’t even know I was there, wouldn’t suspect at thing. But I was always there, always watching.

I’d been planning this for weeks, ever since Alex had the nerve to end things between us. He thought he could just walk away? From me? No one walked away from Bianca. No one. Especially not for some washed–up has–been who couldn’t keep her man the first time around

had a little something cooking, something that would make sure Christiana never smiled that sickening smile again. It was just a matter of time before I unleashed it. And those

me of a meeting I had later that evening. But that could wait. Everything could

restaurant, and I parked a block away, watching as she entered with her entourage. I could see her through the glass windows, laughing, smiling, like nothing in the world could touch her. It made

perfection wasn’t enough anymore. Not when that wornan still had a hold on Alex, on

it while you can, Christiana,” I whispered, my voice a deadly calm. “Because I’m coming for you. And when I’m done, you’ll wish

the steering wheel tightly, my eyes fixed on the school’s entrance. The building was pristine, immaculate–just

through the quiet of the afternoon. The school doors burst open, and a wave of children spilled out, laughing, shouting, oblivious to the real world around them. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the crowd, searching

up with the carefree smiles of the protected. They had their mother’s eyes, that same innocent wide–eyed look, but their features.. their features were unmistakably Alex’s. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched them, a seething hatred bubbling up inside me. Those children were the reason Alex’s heart still clung to

any view of the kids from casual passersby. They moved with precision, guiding the children with the same care and attention you’d reserve for

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Chapter 42

I could see the muscles in their arms

This was the life Alex had chosen–this perfect, protected world. And I was just supposed to accept it? Just

tugged on his arm, saying something I couldn’t hear. They were getting closer now, only a few steps from the waiting SUV. I could see

For a moment, I froze, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it. I ducked down quickly, pressing myself against the car seat, my

hours, even though it was only a few seconds. Slowly, I lifted my head, peeking over the dashboard. The children were almost at the car now, the bodyguards still vigilant, still protecting them as if their