Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 162

Daniel’s POV.

The moment I stepped into my car and slammed the door shut, felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding. Christiana’s words played over and over in my head, each one cutting deeper than the last. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the steering wheel, the heat of my anger rising like a tide.

“How could she do this to me?” I spat, slamming my fists against the wheel. The horn blared for a second, but I didn’t care. My breaths came out in harsh, ragged bursts as ny vision blurred with rage.

I slammed my fist down again. “Damn you, Alex!” I roared, my voice echoing in the enclosed car. “It’s always you, isn’t it? She can’t see past you!”

I gripped the wheel tightly, my fingers aching from the force. “After everything I’ve done, after how much I’ve tried to show her I’m better for her, she still chooses him. Him!” My voice cracked with frustration, and I slammed my head back against the seat.

A sharp, insistent ringing broke through the haze. I glanced at my phone on the passenger seat: Grandma. Her name–blinked

on the screen.

“Not now,” I muttered, swiping to silence the call. “I don’t have time for this.” The phone buzzed again, then stopped after a few rings. I stared at it, debating for a second, before shaking my head. No. I wasn’t in the mood.

I turned my gaze to the windshield, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. “Why, Christiana?” I whispered bitterly. “Why can’t you see it? He’s not good for you. I am. I would’ve given you everything. Everything!”

My voice rose again, and I punched the dashboard this time, the pain shooting up my arm barely registering. The rage was too consuming, too relentless.

“Does he even love you like I do? Does he even know how much I’d sacrifice for you?” I snarled, my voice dripping with venom. “No, he doesn’t! He can’t! He doesn’t deserve you, Christiana. He doesn’t!”

I was losing my mind, I knew it. The way I paced in my thoughts, the obsessive energy coursing through me–it wasn’t healthy, wasn’t normal. But I couldn’t stop it.

“You’ll see,” I said through gritted teeth, my reflection in the rearview mirror wild and unrecognizable. “One day, you’ll realize he’s not the man you think he is. And when that day comes, I’ll be here, Christiana. I’ll be here waiting.”

The phone buzzed again, and I snatched it up, tempted to throw it across the car. But I didn’t. I simply silenced it once more and threw it back onto the seat.

With a deep breath, I tried to steady myself, but it was no use. My heart hammered in my chest, my head spinning with every bitter thought, every unanswered question.

muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel again, my

as I sat there in my car, staring blankly at the dashboard. My rage ebbed momentarily, replaced by something colder, more calculated. A twisted smile curled my lips as the thought took shape. If Christiana wouldn’t listen to me, perhaps there was another way to get her attention–a way that

pulled out of the parking lot, my grip

the school, I parked and took a deep breath, smoothing my hair and

up, offering a polite smile. “Good afternoon,

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help you?”

is Daniel Brooks. Something urgent has

furrowed her brow slightly but nodded. “Let me check with

air thick with anticipation. My heart pounded, but I kept my face neutral. This had to work. Moments.

parents notify you to pick them up?” the teacher asked, her

convincing smile. “Their mother had an unexpected emergency. She asked me to come and get them. You can call her if you’d like to confirm.”

but something about my demeanor must have reassured her. “That won’t be necessary if you’re on the

hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway, and then I saw them…Ethan and Emma, their bright

cried, his small voice filled with excitement as he ran toward me. Emma

to catch them as they threw themselves at me. “Hey, my favorite twins!” I said, laughing warmly. “How

blue eyes sparkling. “Are we

said, standing up and holding their hands. “Your mom and dad had to handle something important, so

The teacher smiled at the sight, seemingly

seem happy to go with you,” she said with a small

at me, his face full of curiosity. “Where are we going, Uncle Daniel?

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ruffled his hair, forcing myself to smile warmly. “It’s a surprise, buddy. You’ll see soon

hand. “Can we get ice cream on the