Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 101

Christiana’s POV.

I walked down the corridor of the detention center, my heels clicking against the cold, tiled floor. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of despair. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the cell. This was the woman who had tried to burn me and my children alive. This was the woman who nearly destroyed everything I had fought so hard to build.

Bianca Monroe.

She was sitting on a narrow, metal bench, her head down, but when she heard the footsteps nearing, she looked up. Her face twisted into a sneer the second she saw me.

“Ah. Christiana,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “Come to gloat, have you?”

t of the iron bars, my fists clenched by my sides. “Why?” I asked, ng inside me. “Why are you doing this? I never did anything to

I ignored her attempt at being snide, stopping right i my voice steady despite the wide range of emotions sv you. Why are you so hell–bent on destroying me and my children?”

She laughed..a cold, heartless laugh that echoed in the small cell. “You seriously have the audacity to stand there and act innocent?” Her eyes narrowed, filled with malice. “You took everything from me, Christiana. Everything. Alex was mine. He was mine, and you paraded into his life with your precious little brats and ruined everything!”

My blood boiled at the sound of her words. “Alex was never yours,” I snapped, stepping closer to the bars. “And those ‘brats‘ you’re talking about are my children…innocent children who never did a damn thing to you!”

Bianca stood up, her face flushed with fury. “Don’t you dare pretend to be the victim here! You stole what was mine, and now you’re paying the price. It’s just bad luck, Christiana. The fire, the kidnapping, it’s the universe trying to tell you something. Maybe you’re the problem.”

I felt a rage unlike anything I’d ever experienced before explode inside me. Before I could stop myself, I lunged at her, my hands shooting through the bars. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking it hard. Bianca shrieked, her hands flying up to try and pry mine off her head.

“You think this is bad luck?” I snarled, slamming her head against the iron bars. She screamed again, but I didn’t care. “Do you have any idea what I went through to get here? Do you know what I’ve suffered, what I’ve sacrificed, to raise my children and build the life I wanted?”

“Let go of me!” she shrieked, clawing at my hands, but I only tightened my grip. Her nails dug into my skin, but I barely felt it through the anger pulsing in my veins.

“How dare you!” I screamed, slamming her head against the bars again. “How dare you try to take it all away from me? You’ve done nothing but destroy everything you touch, and I won’t let you destroy my family.”

Bianca was thrashing, her screams echoing through the corridor. “You crazy bitch, let go of my hair!”

I yanked harder, and she cried out in pain. “You deserve every bit of this,” I hissed. “Every single piece of this misery, you brought it on yourself!”

The sound of footsteps thundered behind me, but I didn’t care. I was too far gone. All the pain, the fear, the anger…. it had built up, and now, it was spilling over.

The guards rushed forward, pulling at my arms, trying to free Bianca from my grip, but I wasn’t letting go. I wanted her to feel even a fraction of the pain she had caused me and my children.

stop!” one of the guards shouted, his voice stern as he pried my fingers off her hair.

her hair falling from my hand as they dragged me away.

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at me with wide; wild eyes, her face pale with both pain and

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the bare patches of her scalp. “You’re out of your

everything to protect her children. And if you ever come

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guards pulled me back,

me out of the corridor, I cast one last look at her. She sat there, nursing her scalp, her eyes full of hatred but no

her hate me. It was nothing compared to the hate I had

into the hotel suite, the door

behind me. The silence was deafening, pressing in from all sides like a weight I couldn’t shake. The kids were here somewhere, but there were no sounds of laughter, no calls for “Mom,” no TV blaring

toys, the books… everything felt so out of place, like it belonged to a different life. A life where my children didn’t hate me.

I called softly, my voice catching in my throat. “Emma,

Nothing.

keep the tears at bay. My heart was pounding, but it wasn’t the same kind of anger that I’d felt when I’d left Bianca’s cell. This was deeper, more painful. It was

room, my footsteps slow and heavy. My eyes fell on the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. They had to be in there. I took a

legs dangling off the side, and Emma curled up in the far corner, her face buried in her knees. The sight broke something

steady. I stepped closer, my hands trembling. “Can we

didn’t even look at me. He just stared at his feet, his tiny fingers twisting the hem of his shirt. Emma didn’t move either,

me,” I whispered, kneeling in front of Ethan, my eyes searching his face for something…anything. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you earlier. I didn’t mean for any of this to

face was stone–cold, his lips

have every right to be. But I love you both so much. You have to know

sharper than

first time either of them had ever turned away from me like this. It felt like a

said, my voice barely a whisper now. “Please.

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