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

could put me in a position to face Alex on equal footing. I wouldn’t just

For her.

was

muttered, my fists clenching at my sides. “And I’ll

The m

hands 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

the sky, the

I whispered,

“No m

matter what it takes.”

park, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was a message from one of

12:17 PM

Chapter 15

Let me know if you’re

the message for a moment, my lips

into a

myself, typing out a response.

lose her, Not

be mine

No

matter what

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

but it wasn’t from fear. It was from something

concrete hit me first, followed by the distant hum of

was here for

fluctuating streetlamp that illuminated the path, my shoes clicking sharply against the cracked pavement. As 1 approached the door, I could

Rafael Santiago.

cash, and nearly cost me my life. He was always smooth,

e could

the door opened almost immediately. Rafael stood there, a smirk playing on his lips, his sharp eyes scanning me as if he read every thought I

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

looked the same dark, neatly combed hair, a black, suit that screamed wealth. His eyes, though… they

playing?” he asked, raising

didn’t even flinch. I’m

room beyond was dimly lit, the walls covered in shadow. A table sat in the middle, and around it, the kind of men I used to know hard, dangerous

the table! Piles of

million dollars. Just sitting there.

punch to the gut. My pulse raced, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It was just like the old days,

than paper. But I knew better. This wasn’t just money. This was a game of life and death. The stakes were higher than they

asked,

the lump that had formed in