Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 99

Bianca’s POV.

The cold seeped through my bones, biting at my skin as I sat on the hard, filthy floor of the cell. My once–perfect manicure was chipped, dirt beneath my nails. disgusting. The chill of the concrete walls made me shiver uncontrollably, my designer clothes now wrinkled and stained with grime. How had it come to this? Me, Bianca Monroe, reduced to this level of filth. It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I stared at the iron bars in front of me. I banged my fists against them. the sound echoing through the empty halls. “Damn you, Alex!” I screamed into the emptiness, my voice hoarse from the hours I had already spent shouting. “You promised me everything, and now you’ve thrown me into this hellhole?”

The irony burned like acid. I had done everything for him. Everything I did, every step I took, was to get him back. I destroyed Christiana, tormented her, set fire to her life..all for him. And now? Now Alex had found out, had looked at me with that cold, cruel glare, and tossed me into this cell like I was nothing.

I spat on the ground, the venom rising in my throat. “Christiana Davis, I hissed her name, pacing back and forth in the small, cramped cell. “It’s all because of her. That stupid, pathetic woman.” My body burned with hate. She had everything. Alex’s children, his affection, his attention. I could still see the way he looked at her, the way he softened when he talked about those little brats. He should’ve been looking at me like that, not her.

1 slammed my fists against the bars again, the pain barely registering through the blinding rage. “I was supposed to have it all” I shouted, my voice cracking. “I was supposed to be his! I was the one who stood by him when everyone else turned away!” My chest heaved with anger, my heart racing as images of Christiana and her perfect little family flashed in my mind.

I could still hear Alex’s voice in my head, cold and final, when he threw me in here. “You’ll never see the light of day again, Bianca. Not after everything you’ve done.” His words echoed in my mind like a sickening mantra. He had looked at me like I was dirt, less than dirt. The same man who had once kissed my lips, who had once whispered sweet nothings into my ear, now hated me with a passion I couldn’t have imagined.

I kicked the bars this time, the clang reverberating through the cell. “I hate you, Christiana!” I snarled, my voice venomous. “You think you’ve won, don’t you? Sinting in your fancy hotel suite with your perfect little kids. You think this is over?” My breath came in ragged gasps as 1 glared at the empty cell in front of me, imagining it was Christiana standing there..

“She ruined everything for me,” I muttered to myself, pacing again, my mind racing. “If it weren’t for her, I would still be on top. I was a celebrity, a fashion icon. People looked up to me!” My voice rose with each word, as though the walls needed to hear my torment. “And now look at me.” I stopped in front of the small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall, staring at the woman reflected back at me. My eyes were wild, my face pale, hair tangled.

“She took it all from me,” I whispered to my reflection, a crazed smile tugging at my lips. “Her and those wretched children. Alex’s little spawn.”

I clenched my teeth, the rage building to a boiling point inside me. “I’ll make her pay. I’ll make them all pay. Christiana, Alex those kids.” I could feel the hate coursing through me like poison, infecting every part of me. They thought they could just walk away, live their happy little life without consequence?

1 banged the bars again, my knuckles aching from the force. “I find a way out of here,” I whispered to myself, my voice low and dangerous. “I’ll get out, and when I do, Christiana Davis won’t even know what hit her.”

The fire burned in my chest as I paced again, muttering to myself like a woman possessed. “I’ll get my lawyer. He’ll get me our of this mess. And when I do… oh, when I do, they’ll all regret underestimating me.”

damp walls. You hear that, Alex? You’ll regret throwing me in here. You think I’m just going to rot

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couldn’t stand another minute of this filthy cage. The cold air gnawed at my skin, but the boiling rage inside me kept me moving. I had to think, had to find a way out of this nightmare. I wasn’t going

My lawyers, I wasn’t some common criminal, I had connections–powerful connections. I stopped pacing

was of panic and urgency. “I need to make a phone call. It’s my right, isn’t

he’d heard this plea a hundred times before. “Yeah, sure.

handed me an old, clunky cell phone. It wasn’t mine, but it would do. My hands trembled as I dialed the number, a pathetic act that I perfected over the years. I had to look the part..vulnerable, weak like a woman who had been wronged by

heard the familiar voice of Simon, my top attorney. “Bianca? Where are

long I can take it in here!” My words came out rushed, it was of fear and desperation. “I didn’t

closely, his expression unmoved. But I could hear the shift in Simon’s tone, the concern creeping in. “Calm down, Bianca. Take a breath and tell me what’s going on Who framed

even know everything they’re accusing me of.” I lied, my voice trembling. They’re saying I’m behind all these terrible things the fire at Christiana’s house, the kidnapping, everything But none of it’s true, Simon. Christiana and Alex they’re working

his strategy. He was the best in the country for a reason. And I knew exactly how to play him. I’forced a sob, letting it escape my throat. “Please, Simon,

monster”

just as I knew it would. “We’ll take care of it, Bianca. I’ll bring the whole team. We’ll fight this, and we’ll have you out of there within a few days, I promise. No

what I did, too polished to ever let anyone see through the cracks. But I kept my voice pitiful: “Thank you, Simon. I don’t know

on for a few more

couldn’t see me, and let out another shaky breath. Thank you. I’ll hold

would handle the rest. Simon and

back to the guard, my expression carefully composed, as though I was barely holding myself together. They’re going to get me out,”