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

I followed her through the city, I imagined what I’d do next. I’d already had a little something cooking, something that would make sure Christiana never smiled that sickening smile again. It

screen. A message from my publicist, reminding me of

entered with her entourage. I could see her through the glass windows, laughing, smiling,

mirror. Perfect. I was always perfect. But perfection wasn’t enough anymore. Not when

her. “Enjoy it while you can, Christiana,” I whispered, my voice a deadly calm. “Because I’m coming for you.

blending seamlessly with the line of waiting vehicles. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes fixed on the school’s entrance. The building

a wave of children spilled out, laughing, shouting, oblivious to the real world around them. My eyes narrowed as I

their features.. their features were unmistakably Alex’s. My stomach twisted

around them, their imposing figures blocking 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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the muscles in their arms tense, ready

I tasted blood. This was the life Alex had chosen–this perfect, protected

and Emma 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 the way the bodyguards scanned their surroundings, their eyes sweeping over the area, searching for

in my throat as one of them glanced my way. 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 body trembling with barely contained rage. I wouldn’t

my head, peeking over the dashboard. The children were