Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 78

Daniel’s POV,

I sat in the quiet stillness of my office, staring at the untouched coffee on my desk. It was unusual for me to feel so restless, but staying away from Christiana had been necessary. I needed to slow things down, to think clearly. I had rushed into everything too fast, eager to be close to her. eager to help. She deserved better, and I couldn’t afford to make a mistake, not when my feelings for her were so… real

It didn’t matter that she was a mother of two. In fact, that made her even more extraordinary in my eyes. Christiana was strong, self–assured, and undeniably captivating. Every time I saw her with her kids, I found myself admiring her even more. But something inside me had warned against pushing too hard. She had a life, baggage that I respected, and if I was going to be a part of that, I needed to be sure of my own intentions.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The weight of responsibility, both business and personal, was something I had never shied away from. But this… this was different. She was different.

The sound of my grandmother’s cane hitting the hardwood floors echoed down the hallway. I straightened up, just as the door swung open and the formidable woman entered. At seventy–eight, Grandmother Eleanor Brooks was still a force to be reckoned with, eyes as sharp as ever.

“Daniel, you’re brooding again,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement. “I can practically hear your thoughts from the

next room

I chuckled, gesturing for her to sit. Just thinking about Christiania,” I admitted.

Her eyebrows rose. “Ah, the woman who’s managed to catch my grandson’s heart

“Maybe,” I said, though we both knew it was more than that. Tve been staying away, trying to get a grip on myself. I don’t want to rush things and overwhelm her.”

Grandmother leaned forward in her chair, her gaze penetrating. Is that really why you’ve been avoiding her? Or are you

scared?”

“Scared?” I laughed, but it came out hollow. “I’m not scared.”

“You’re afraid that you’ll fall too deep, and she’ll slip away like all the others,” she said, her tone softening. “But, Daniel, love isn’t a business deal. It’s messy, unpredictable. You can’t control i

than that, Grandmother. She has two kids. Her life is…

responsibilities of your own. If you truly care for her, none of that will matter. Your brothers seem to think it’s a good match. They’re more than happy for

face. Both in their late twenties, they were as supportive as ever, despite our

waiting so long.” I said, smiling. But

voice gentle but firm. “It’s

to her complications.” My grandmother gave a soft sigh, standing up and placing a hand on my shoulder. “You’re overthinking this, Daniel. She’s a strong woman. If she’s meant for

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“call.” My thumb hovered over it, heart racing in a way that felt absurd for a man like me. I wasn’t some cold businessman or untouchable billionaire. I was just an architect, a man who designed buildings

listening to the dial tonering once… twice… three times. Then, nothing. The

tightened, frustration gnawing at me. She could have been busy, or maybe she needed time. But why

as I stared at the phone again. Should I

I had to know where we stood. Had to know if the connection between us was still there, or if I

breath, I dialed her number again. This time, the rings felt heavier, longer–stretching out like a reminder of every moment

Christiana,” I muttered under

to voicemail, and I was left holding a silent phone. My chest tightened,

hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since… well, not since before I met Christiana, What the hell was going on? We’d shared moments that felt undeniably real. And yet, now,

her place, knock on her door, and demand to know why she wouldn’t

pull, something deep inside me that refused to let her go. Maybe I had given her too much space. Maybe, in trying to protect her, I had pushed

empty room, my voice laced with the weight of everything

to me?

had felt like a dream, like some perfect story written for us. But

full of fire, the way she always stood her ground. The way she made me feel