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

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.

my publicist, reminding me of a meeting I had later that evening. But

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 me

and checked my reflection in the mirror. Perfect. I was always perfect. But perfection wasn’t enough anymore. Not when that wornan still had a hold on Alex, on what should

I whispered, my voice a deadly calm. “Because I’m coming for you. And when I’m done, you’ll wish you’d never come back

tightly, my eyes fixed on the school’s entrance. The building was pristine, immaculate–just like everything else in their charmed lives. But beneath that polished exterior, I knew there was weakness. Vulnerability. And

school doors burst open, and a wave of children spilled out, laughing, shouting,

and Emma–emerging hand in hand, their faces lit 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

figures blocking any view of the kids from casual passersby. They moved with precision, guiding the children

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muscles in their arms tense, ready

chosen–this perfect, protected world. And

getting closer now, only a few steps from

of them glanced my way. For a moment, I froze, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure they could

it was only a few seconds. Slowly, I lifted my head, peeking over the dashboard. The children were almost