Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 103

Bianca’s POV.

I stepped out of the cell, breathing in the cool, fresh air like it was my first taste of freedom in years, not just days. The guard escorted me toward the exit, but I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face. I had done it. I had beaten them all…Alex, Christiana, everyone who thought they could pin me down and destroy me. Fools.

As soon as the heavy iron doors clanged shut behind me, I let out a deep breath, one I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My heels clicked against the polished floor, each step a reminder that I was back where I belonged: in control. The feeling of the cold tile beneath my feet sent a jolt of triumph through me. I was free.

“Ms. Monroe,” one of the guards said as he handed me my purse. I smiled sweetly, taking it from him with a nod.

“Thank you, darling,” I said, flashing him a charming smile. I knew how to play the part, sweet, innocent Bianca, always a victim of unfortunate circumstances. It never failed.

Walking out into the sunlight felt like stepping into a whole new world. The heat on my skin felt like power, a reminder that no matter what anyone thought, no matter what they did, I was untouchable. They tried to lock me up, tried to paint me as the villain in their pathetic little story, but they underestimated me. Alex underestimated me. He always had.

I slid on my sunglasses, the smile growing wider on my lips as I spotted my driver waiting by the car. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins, the excitement of knowing I had just manipulated my way out of what could’ve been the end of me. The lawyers had done their job perfectly. I had spun my web of lies with precision, and those fools believed every word.

“Ms. Monroe,” my driver said as he opened the door for me. “Congratulations.”

I chuckled, slipping into the backseat. “Thank you, Paul. I’ll never get used to the feeling of winning.”

The door closed softly behind me, and I leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling in satisfaction. The memory of Alex’s face when I was first taken in flashed before my eyes…so sure of himself, so sure that this was it for me. He thought he had finally caught me, trapped me, but oh, how wrong he was. He never learned. He never understood just how far I was willing to go.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the messages from my lawyer, relishing every word of how they had gotten all the charges dropped. Lack of evidence. What a joke. They had evidence….they just didn’t have enough to pin anything on me. That was the beauty of it. I had danced just on the edge of guilt, just far enough to be untouchable. And now, I was free, with no one to stop me.

A text popped up from Alex. I laughed out loud, shaking my head as I read it.

‘You’ll pay for this

He was angry. No, furious. I could picture him pacing in his mansion, that vein on his forehead pulsing the way it did when he was losing control. Good. Let him be angry. Let him stew in his own misery. I was untouchable now, and there was nothing he could do about it.

I texted back, a wicked smile playing

I gazed out the window at the passing streets, feeling a sense of exhilaration I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was back on top, and this

into my world and take what was mine? I gritted my teeth at the thought of her smug face, parading around with those children, acting like she belonged. She had

my estate, I stepped out, the weight of victory settling comfortably on my shoulders. This was

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laughing softly to myself as I made my way to the front door. No one could

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the familiar scent of luxury and power washed over me like a sweet perfume. The rich mahogany floors, the art that lined the walls, everything screamed wealth, control, and status. Christiana

by the door and made my way to the living room, sinking into the velvet couch. My fingers trailed over the edge of the wine glass I kept

had; me. Bianca Monroe, the woman who made him who he was, the one who shaped him into the man who had power, influence, and respect. But Christiana? She came with her sob story, her needy eyes, her children hanging off her like leeches, and suddenly, she was all

the glass before taking a sip. Her children. I sneered at the thought. Alex had kids with her, and that was what made this worse. Those little brats, running around

my way, just like their mother. They didn’t belong in this world… my world. If it weren’t for them, Christiana wouldn’t have any hold over Alex. She used those

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were nothing but obstacles in my path. They were ruining everything, stealing the life that was meant for me. She was always in the way…always. The fire, the accusations, the arrests… it was all because of her meddling. And yet, everyone saw her as some innocent victim, as though I was the villain in their little

the life we had built. I had earned it. Christiana, with her pathetic excuses, her supposed strength…she didn’t deserve any of it. She

everything from me. That

be me…quietly, methodically. I wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. I had been too bold, too reckless before. The fire, the charges…

done.