Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 58

Bianca’s POV.

I sat across from Madam Margret Alistair in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, my legs crossed beneath the table, posture as perfect as the poised woman I’d been trained to be.

Madam Alistair, with her signature pearls and flawless hairstyle, oozed the kind of old–money elegance that demanded respect. She regarded me with a look of almost maternal concern, something I found both amusing and irritating.

“Bianca, darling, you’ve been so patient,” she said, her voice calm and smooth like velvet, though there was an edge beneath it “I know Alex has been distracted by Christiana and those children, but you have to understand–he’ll come back to you. Men like Alex, they always return to what’s familiar, what’s right for them.”

I smiled sweetly, tilting my head just enough to convey innocence. “Of course, Madar Alistair. I understand. I would never rush Alex. 1 know he’s going through a lot right now.” My voice was soft, just the right amount of sad but still hopeful. God, I was good at this.

She leaned forward slightly, her fingers grazing the rim of her wine glass. “Five years is not something one throws away lightly. You’ve stood by him all this time, even when things got difficult. Christiana may be his ex–wife, but she’s not right for him anymore. The children? Yes, they’re his, but they don’t need her to be with him. He needs a woman like you by his side. Someone polished, someone who understands his world.”

I nodded, keeping my smile gentle, though internally, I was rolling my eyes. She had no idea what was really going on. This wasn’t just about Alex needing a woman like me. This was about me making sure that Christiana was completely erased from his life. Permanently.

“I appreciate your confidence in me,” I replied, laying it on thick. “I love Alex, and I’ll always do what’s best for him.” I lowered my eyes for effect, knowing it would make me seem modest, as if I wasn’t plotting Christiana’s demise from the inside out.

Madam Alistair smiled approvingly, clearly pleased with my response. “That’s why I know you’re the right woman for him. And with everything going on with Christiana–the fire, the danger she’s putting those children in–it’s only a matter of time before Alex sees the truth. He’ll realize that he can’t afford to have someone reckless like her around.”

At the mention of the fire, I felt a flicker of satisfaction surge through–me. My fingers played with the edge of my napkin as I kept my face neutral. No one knew it was me who planned that little disaster. No one suspected the beautiful, perfect Bianca could do such a thing. But I had no limits when it came to protecting what was mine. And if that meant a little fire to scare Christiana and maybe nudge Alex in the right direction? So be it.

“I can’t imagine how scared the children must’ve been,” I said softly, my voice full of faux concern. “It’s a miracle no one was hurt

Madam Alistair’s face darkened. “Exactly, Bianca. And if Christiana can’t even protect her own children, how can she be expected to do what’s best for Alex? That woman is a disaster waiting to happen. You need to stay close, keep reminding him of what you had together.”

a small, soft smile, masking the cold calculation beneath it. “Alex

to pat my hand across the table. “Good girl. Don’t worry, Alex will come to his senses soon

my composed exterior, but inside, I was smirking. If only she knew how far I was willing to go to ensure that Alex was mine again, Christiana had no idea who she was up against If it took pushing her out of the picture for good, I wouldn’t hesitate. I could go to

voice a purr. “I’ll

Shr

smile, sipping her wine. “I’m glad to hear that. Alex needs a woman who knows

Even if I had

chair, letting out a slow breath. The woman was so easy to manipulate, always eager to believe whatever I said

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Chapter 58

couldn’t help but smirk. She had no idea what

out my phone, scanning through a few texts when it suddenly rang. A private number. The sound sent a thrill through me, and

I said, my voice low and

right now. She’s holed up at a hotel, pretending it’s a cover for something. She’s

smile crept across

poking around where

chuckle, my fingers tapping lightly on the table,

murmured, leaning forward, my eyes narrowing. “She’ll never

been calculated, every move

scrambling, trying to piece together something she’d never

now

biting my lip as I chuckled again, this time with a darker edge. “Let her investigate. Let her dig as deep as she wants.