Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 138

Daniel’s POV.

The city felt quieter than usual, the midday sun blazing high above the skyline. My steps echoed faintly as I walked through the park, replaying everything that had happened like a reel stuck on repeat. Her tears. The way her arms had clung to me, desperate and trembling. The softness of her voice when she said my name.

“Dandel..

I stopped abruptly, running a hand through my hair, my chest tightening. I could still hear her voice in my head, clear and raw with emotion. She had looked at me like she cared.like she still cared. And that was enough to make my boldness solidify like steel

“She loves me.” I murmured to myself, my voice steady. I know she does

I sank onto a nearby bench, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands clasped tightly. The world around me seemed to blur, the sound of laughter from the kids playing nearby drowned out by the pounding in my chest,

It wasn’t a be. The way she hugged me, the way she cried in my arms..it wasn’t just guilt or pity. There was something there, something real. Something Alex could never understand,

But she wasn’t

mine anymore.

The thought made my jaw clench, my nails digging into my palms. She was with him. Alex. That arrogant bastard who thought he owned the world just because he had money, power, and a last name that people respected.

But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Not anymore.

Never again.

I stood abruptly, paring back and forth, my mind racing. She wasn’t with him because she loved him. That much was clear. She was with him because of the kids, because of some twisted sense of duty or obligation. But deep down, her heart wasn’t his.

Not entirely.

And if there was even the smallest chance that a part of it still belonged to me, I was going to fight for it.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, staring at the blank screen for a moment before scrolling through my contacts. I didn’t know who to call first, who would believe in this wild idea I had of starting over, of building something from nothing. But I had to try.

I won’t be useless again.

I tightened my grip on the phone, my knuckles turning white. I’d wasted too much time wallowing in regret, letting my failures define me. Christiana deserved more than a man who sat on the sidelines, watching her live a life he wasn’t a part of

She deserved someone who could stand beside her, someone who could give her everything she needed.

And that someone was going to be me

I walked to the edge of the park, the city sprawling out before me like a challenge. I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling with the weight of my determination

start over. I said aloud, my voice firm. “I’ll make money. I’ll build something she can be proud of

businesses, anything that could put me in a position to face Alex on equal

For her.

woman who was

I muttered, my fists clenching at my sides.

The m

mind. She wasn’t happy with Alex. She couldn’t be. Not when there was still a connection between us, a thread that refused to break no matter how hard time and circumstance

the sky, the sunlight warming my

back.” I whispered, my voice filled

“No m

matter what it takes.”

in my hand. It was a message from one of my old friends,

12:17 PM

Chapter 15

you’re ready to get back in the

the message for a moment, my

into a

quietly to myself, typing out

to lose her, Not to Alex,

would be

No

matter what

made my way to the old warehouse on the edge of the city. The place was deserted, the kind of location where you’d expect shady dealings and men who

gate, I felt my pulse quicken. My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from something

faint smell of motor oil and concrete hit me first, followed by the distant hum of traffic. It didn’t matter.

was here for

clicking sharply against the cracked pavement. As

Rafael Santiago.

that had once brought in stacks of cash, and nearly cost me my life. He was always smooth, always in control. But I knew better than anyone that under that calm exterior, there was a man who didn’t mind

e could

almost immediately. Rafael stood there, a smirk playing on his lips,

like velvet, but with an edge. “Been a

same dark, neatly combed hair, a black, suit that screamed wealth. His eyes, though… they had that cold gleam in them, the kind that said he’d seen it

he asked, raising an

didn’t even flinch. I’m here,

in shadow. A table sat in the middle, and around it, the kind of

the table! Piles

million dollars. Just sitting

hit me like a punch to the gut. My pulse raced, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It was just like the old days, except now now there was

table, his hand brushing over the cash as if it were nothing more than paper. But I knew better. This wasn’t just money. This was a game of life

Rafael asked, looking me dead in

the lump that