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.”

think I’m just going

last time, feeling the sting but not caring. The pain fueled the rage, kept it burning Inside

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but the boiling rage inside me kept me moving. I had to think, had to find a way out of

struck me. My phone. My lawyers, I wasn’t some common criminal, I had connections–powerful connections. I stopped pacing and marched to the front of the cell, gripping the bars tightly as

was of panic and urgency. “I need to make a phone call. It’s my right, isn’t it? Just one call. Please, you have to let me speak

“Yeah, sure. But don’t expect any miracles,” he muttered, already reaching

in the door where prisoners could receive things from the outside. He 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.

line rang once, twice, then I heard the familiar voice of Simon, my top attorney. “Bianca? Where are you calling from?

breath for effect Simon, you have to help me. I’ve been framed. They’ve locked me up, and I don’t know how long I can take it in here!” My words came out rushed, it was of fear and desperation. “I didn’t do

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 you?

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 together

exactly how to play him. I’forced a sob, letting it escape my throat. “Please, Simon, you have to get me out of here. I

monster”

whole team. We’ll fight this, and we’ll have you out of there within a few days, I promise. No judge in their right mind will believe these ridiculous accusations once we

too polished to ever let anyone see through the cracks. But I kept my voice

away. Hold on for a few more days, Bianca. We’ll pull every string

he couldn’t see me, and let out another shaky breath. Thank you.

hung up the phone, I felt the rush of relief wash over me. I was in control again. My lawyers would handle the rest. Simon and his team had no idea who I really was, and they never

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