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

raced with possibilities. Investments, businesses, anything that could put me in a position to face Alex on equal footing.

For her.

woman who was supposed

my fists clenching

The m

as she held onto me, replayed in my 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 tried to sever

up at the sky,

win her back.” I whispered, my voice filled with

“No m

matter what it takes.”

leave the park, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was a message from one of my old friends,

12:17 PM

Chapter 15

if you’re

stared at the message for a moment,

into a

quietly to myself, typing out a

I wasn’t going to lose her, Not to Alex,

would be

No

matter what

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 had too much to lose. And that was exactly the kind of place I was headed

rusty, steel gate, I felt my pulse quicken. My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from something else… something deeper. A mix of excitement,

concrete hit me first, followed by the distant hum of traffic. It

here for

cracked pavement. As 1 approached the door, I could see the shadow of a man through the dirty glass. My old

Rafael Santiago.

hadn’t seen him in years. But he was the one who had gotten me into the game…the dangerous, life–and–death game that had once brought in stacks of cash, and nearly cost me my life. He was always smooth, always in control. But I

e could

on his

he said, his voice smooth like velvet, but with an edge.

between us. He looked the 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 all, done it

he asked, raising

didn’t even flinch. I’m here, aren’t

chuckled softly, stepping back to let me in. The room beyond was dimly lit, the walls covered in shadow. A table sat in the middle, and around it, the

on the table! Piles of

Just

was just like the old days, except now now there was something different. A weight in my chest.

it were nothing more than paper. But I knew better. This wasn’t just money. This was a game of life and death. The

about this?” Rafael asked, looking me dead in

swallowing the lump that had