Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 100

Alexander PON

I sat on the sand, my elbows resting on my knees as I stared out at the waves crashing against the shore. The sky was gray, a mirror of the turmod inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the sound of the ocean drown out the thoughts that hammered in my head. But it didn’t help. Nothing helped.

Christiana’s words rang in my mind, each one hitting harder than the last. “If you hadn’t pushed yourself into our lives, none of this would’ve happened!”

She was right. I could see it in her eyes as she shoved me out of her hotel room earlier. The hate. The anger. The disgust.

I let out a low curse, my hands balling into fists. I was trying, trying so damn hard. But it wasn’t enough. No matter what I did, it was never enough. Christiana hated me. She blamed me for everything…the fire, the kidnapping. And why wouldn’t

I dug my fingers into the sand, clenching it until it slipped through my hands. Bianca. She was behind it all. The fire that could’ve taken Christiana’s life, the kidnapping that almost broke her. I hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, but now Christiana had figured it all out. It was her…Bianca, the woman I thought I’d left behind. The woman I should have known would never let go.

1 cursed again. louder this time, not caring if anyone on the beach heard me. The anger burned in my chest, hot and endless. I didn’t deserve this. None of it. I had tried to move on to fix things with Christiana for the sake of our kids. But now, Christiana despised me more than ever, and I was stuck here, alone, with nothing but my guilt and the mess I had created.

1 stood up abruptly, pacing along the shoreline, my footsteps leaving deep imprints in the wet sand. The wind whipped at my face, but I barely felt it. All I could think about was Christiana’s face, the way her eyes had hardened when she looked at

“It’s your fault. All of it‘

“Goddamn it” I shouted, my voice lost in the roar of the waves.

I hadn’t known Bianca would do something like this. I hadn’t even thought about her since I walked away from that toxic relationship. But clearly, she hadn’t let go. And now, she had hurt the only people that mattered to me. All because of me.

1 stopped pacing and stared out at the water, the waves rolling endlessly. The ocean didn’t care about my problems, didn’t care that I was standing here falling apart while my life crumbled around me.

I thought back to the day Christiana and I first met. She had been so full of life, so full of love. But I had ruined that. I had ruined everything. And for what? To protect her? To give my kid a father?

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. Christiana didn’t need me. She had made that clear. And my kids.. they didn’t need me either, not if I was the reason they were in danger.

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the tension coil in my shoulders. I wanted to scream, to hit something, but what was

point? It was all falling apart, and I had no one to blame but myself.

the

But Bianca. God, she was going to pay for this. I’d make sure she paid for everything. For the fire. For the kidnapping. For the terror she’d caused Christiana. She thought she could get away with this, but she had no idea who she was dealing with. I wasn’t going to let her ruin anything else

‘Alex‘ I could still bear Christiana’s voice in my head, the cold edge in it, like I was a stranger to her now. She didn’t know it, but 1 had done everything to keep them safe. And yet, it was my past that came back to haunt us. My past that brought Bianca into our lives again.

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down at my hands. I wasn’t going to le it end like

couldn’t even stand to look at me anymore She saw me as the

of her face

wind was starting to chill as I stood there, still staring out at the ocean, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. I couldn’t get Christiana’s words out of my head. I tried, but they kept echoing, like a broken record on repeat. My fists clenched, and I could feel the anger bubbling

wasn’t going to let this break me. I wasn’t going to let Bianca, anyone else, tear apart what little I had left.

Then my phone rang

into my pocket. James‘ name flashed on the screen. I exhaled sharply and answered, trying to steady

a new lawyer. One of the best in the country. The legal team is already

clenched my jaw, the muscles in my neck tightening. Of course she would. Bianca Monroe always knew how to play the game, how to manipulate her way

No. I wasn’t going to

no escaping that.” I stared out at the waves again, letting my words hang in the air, feeling the truth of

to break or panic. But I wasn’t going to. Not for her. “Understood, sir, he

pacing nervously in his office, biting his lip, waiting for me to lose my temper over this. But that

else?” I asked, my voice clipped, as

you should know,” James answered quickly. “I’ll keep

hanging up and shoving the phone

face. Bianca might have the best lawyers money could buy, but I wasn’t worried. She wasn’t going to get out of this. Not after what she did. Not after the fire. Not after everything she put

it. I’d bury her

Bianca had been a stain on my life for weeks, and now she had gone too far. She was the reason everything had spiraled out of control. The fire. The kidnapping. The pain in Christiana’s

All because of

the pressure. She had tried to destroy everything I cared about, and for what? To get back at me? To ruin my life because I left her? It didn’t matter now. She was

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my hair,

from this nightmare. But

thought about my next move. Bianca wasn’t going to win. I

let her.

And as for Christiana….

know if I could fix that. I didn’t know if anything I did would ever be enough for her to forgive me. But I wasn’t going to give up. I wasn’t

Christiana hated me now, I couldn’t just walk away. Not when my kids

might have her lawyers. She might think she could wriggle her way out of this, but I would make sure that

this time.

low breath, the anger still coiling in my chest, but beneath it was something

echoed through the hallway. I wanted nothing more than a few minutes of peace, but that was the last

get.

through the air like

what this was about. Madam Margret Alistair, in all her high–and–mighty glory, was waiting for me in the living room. She stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. Her eyes blazed with fury, and her perfectly coiffed silver hair seemed to

bridge of my nose

voice sharp “I

woman

woman who set the fire? Who

chin, her eyes

her by throwing her ever do such a thing. She

like a criminal?”