Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 143

Daniel’s POV.

I sat in the back seat of my car, staring at the tall glass building in front of me. Christiana’s company. Her pride and joy. The place where she spent so much of her time building her dreams. She was probably in there right now, walking back and forth in her office, trying to figure out how to let me down gently

It wasn’t because my offer wasn’t good. It was perfect. It could benefit her in ways I knew she hadn’t even thought of yet. But I knew the real reason she would say no.

Alexander Alistair.

I felt my hands tighten into fists as I thought about him. That man was the reason Christiana held herself back. The reason she couldn’t fully move forward, not with me or anyone else. And it wasn’t fair.

He had abandoned her when she needed him the most. Left her completely alone while she was carrying his children, struggling to figure things out on her own. And now, just because he decided to show up again after all these years, he got to have a place in her life? Just like that?

It made me angry.

Christiana didn’t deserve that. She deserved someone who was going to stand by her no matter what. Someone who wouldn’t leave when things got tough.

She deserved me.

I let out a slow breath, leaning back against the seat. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything. He could probably feel the tension radiating off me. Smart man to stay quiet.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm myself down. Christiana didn’t she owed him something, probably because he was the father of her kids.

love Alex. I knew she didn’t. But she felt like

her way

softened when we eyes Still,

every time I saw her smile at me, I felt like she was trying to tell me something. The talked, the way she laughed more freely when it was just the two of us–it wasn’t just in my head. I knew she cared about me.

But she wouldn’t let herself show it. She was holding herself back because of Alex.

The thought of her choosing him, even out of some misplaced sense of duty, made my chest ache. She didn’t owe him anything. He was the one who had left her. He was the one who had turned his back on her when she needed someone most.

against the window, my eyes fixed on the building. She was in there, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d looked earlier. The way she crossed her arms, as if she was trying to shield

and ran a hand through

a while?” the driver asked cautiously breaking

around the block,”

“Yes, sir.”

began to move, but my mind stayed on Christiana. She had no idea how much she meant to me. Or maybe she did, but she didn’t know what to do with it. Either way, I wasn’t going to

wasn’t like Alex. I didn’t run away when things got difficult. I wasn’t going to

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caught sight of a delivery truck pulling away from the building. My flowers. A small smile

I wanted to remind her that I

leaned back in my seat, letting

patient. Christiana

get Alex out of the

what I already knew–that she deserved

a corner table in the private pub with little light, staring into the glass of whiskey in my hand. The amber liquid swirled lazily, catching the light from the candles on the table. I could hear the sound of voices around me, the clinking of glasses, and the soft jazz playing in

the drink. I was here to forget…forget everything

Christiana.

she was the reason I’d played Russian Roulette more times than I could count, risking my over and over just to get

life

wanted to feel something to drown out the ache in my chest. But no matter how much I

it in her eyes, in the way her smile softened when she looked at me. But then there was Alex…always standing between us, always in the

jaw. Alexander

walked out on her when she needed him the most. The man who left her pregnant and alone, not even knowing that she was carrying his child. Now, he was back, and Christiana felt obligated to him because of some

at me. I didn’t even need to hear what they had to say…I could already tell by the way they were dressed, the way they stood that they were after

one of them asked, her voice sweet and inviting, leaning in

look at her. “Not tonight,” I muttered, my voice flat. I kept my gaze fixed on my glass, as if that

edge of the table, trying to draw me in with her touch. “Oh,