Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 134

Christiana’s POV

The orang air was cool and crisp as I stepped out of the car. My heart was pounding, each beat echoing louder than the last. Daniel’s house stonel ahead of me, but it felt hauntingly lifeless. I couldn’t stop replaying Mrs. Brooks‘ words from the night before, her desperate plea, her tears, It wrighed on me like a burden Iconklu’t shrug off

After dropping the kids at school, t’il promised myself I would do this. I owed it to Daniel. He was my friend.no, more than that. He had been my conflant, niy safe space when everything else felt chamk

Mrs. Brooks greeted me at the door. Her wrinkled face lit up with gratitude, though her eyes still carried the sadnews of sleepless nights. “Christiana,” she whispered, pulling me to a tight Ing. “Thank you for coming.”

I nodiled, my throat too tight to respond

inside. Daniel’s younger brothers appeared. They both looked worn down, their usual charm replaced by visible concern. One of them, Michael, ran a hand through his tousled hair and sighed. “He doesn’t come out, Christiana. The second he hears our voices, he shuts us out. He hasn’t eaten properly in days. If anyone can teach him..it’s you.

The weight of their expectations pressed on me, but I tried to push it aside. This wasn’t about me. This way about Daniel

Mrs. Brooks clutched my hand as we climbed the stairs. Her grip was firm, like she was trying to transfer some of her strength to me reached his door, she stepped back, her lips quivering. “We’ll wait downstairs,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I trust you.”

I nodded again, taking a shaky breath. Then Etumed to the door.

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It looked so unassuming, just an ordinary wooden door, but it felt like a barrier I might not be able to break through. My heart ached at the thought of what Ly behind it. Daniel, my friend broken, hurting and shunting out the work.

I knocked gently at first. “Daniel‘ It’s me, Christiana.”

No response.

I knocked again, a little harder this time. “Daniel, please. I need to see you. Can we talk?”

Still nothing. The silence was suffocating.

I rested my forehead against the door, closing my eyes as tears threatened to spill “Daniel, I’m sorry, I whispered. My voice cracked, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “If I’ve hurt you, if I’ve done anything to cause you pain, I’m so sorry. Please, just talk to me. Let me see you.

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, It was as if the room itself were holding its breath.

“Daniel,” I said again, my voice shaking, “I know I hurt you. I know I rejected you, and I know how much that must have hurt. But please, don’t do this to yourself. Don’t shut everyone out. You mean so much to so many people. To me. Please, don’t give up on yourself.”

Still nothing. It was like talking to a wall. My chest tightened, fear clawing at my heart. What if he wasn’t okay? What if he was too far gone!

The thought was too much. Before I knew it, I was sobbing, my hands pressed against the door. “Please, Daniel Lcried, my tears falling freely. “I can’t bear the thought of you like this. Please, come back. Please.”

Behind me, I heard footsteps. I turned slightly to see Mrs. Brooks and his brothers watching me from the staircase. Their faces were of shock and sorrow. I realized how desperate I must have looked, but I didn’t care. None of it mattered if I couldn’t reach him.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

I stumbled back, startled, and then froze.

Daniel stood there, his frame leaning heavily against the doorframe. His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and stained. He reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were bloodshot and sunken, but they were locked on me.

“Christiana,” he said hoarsely.

me into a tight embrace. I stiffened at first, shocked, but

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Chapter 131

how to let go

expression raw and vulnerable. “You don’t have to let

he looked down, his shoulders shaking. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted, his voice

have to do it alone,” I said, my voice firm. “We’ll figure it out together. But

him again, holding him as tightly as I

us. I heard a gasp. I turned slightly to see Mrs. Brooks clutching her chest, tears streaming down her face. His brothers stood beside her, their expressions were of

Daniel was finally out.

I wasn’t going to let him slip away

to leave. Not after seeing the state Daniel was in and hearing the tremble in his voice when he hugged me, I watched as his grandmother and brothers helped him to the bathroom, their movements gentle and deliberate, as if he might shatter. Mrs. Brooks kept glancing back at me,

she whispered before following Daniel to make sure he had everything he needed. Her voice cracked with emotion.

blessing. I felt guilty so

brothers, Michael and Jason, hovered nearby, their eyes darting between the bathroom door and me. They were clearly relieved to see him finally responding to someone, but there was a tension in their movements, like

any moment.

low. “Thank you for coming. He he wouldn’t even look at us. But you.” He paused, swallowing hard. “You

not trusting my

on. I could hear the faint sound of water running, the occasional murmur of voices from the bathroom. My mind wandered, unbidden, to my own past the cold, sterile walls of the orphanage, the loneliness that clung to me like a shadow. I’d always longed for family, for connection, and maybe that was why I cared about Daniel the way

and he was dressed in fresh clothes. The darkness in his eyes was still there, but it wasn’t as consuming. He looked

his voice

replied, standing up

on his arm, her face was

said quickly. “Sit down, Daniel. I’ll

voice firm but not harsh.

Christiana. Please.”

made it impossible to refuse. I followed him to the couch, where he sank down heavily. His

he said after a moment, his voice quieter now I wouldn’t have blamed

my throat tightening “I couldn’t leave, Daniel. Not like

managed a faint smile, one comer of his mouth lifting. “Always the stubborn one,” he said, his tone light but tinged with something deeper. “How are the

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