Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 170

Daniel’s POV.

I leaned against the cold wall of the warehouse, the sharp bite of liquor burning my throat as I tilted the bottle back. The amber liquid swirled in the dim light of the single bulb hanging above me. Somewhere, far enough to keep her desperate cries at bay but close enough for me to hear the occasional muffled sob, Christiana was breaking. And a part of me…a small, buried part…twisted with guilt.

But then I remembered.

I remembered the countless nights I stayed awake, thinking about her smile, replaying her laughter in my head like a haunting melody. I remembered how I built my life around her, only for her to tear it apart by choosing him. Alex. The name alone was enough to make me sneer. That bastard didn’t deserve her, didn’t deserve their kids, didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as her.

And yet, she chose him.

I slammed the bottle onto the table, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. My hand tightened around the neck of the bottle, my knuckles white. “Why, Christiana?” I muttered under my breath, my voice low and bitter. “Why him? After everything I did for you… after everything I could’ve given you.”

I took another swig, the liquor doing little to dull the fire raging inside me. My reflection glared back at me from the cracked surface of a discarded mirror propped against the wall. The man staring at me wasn’t the Daniel Brooks I once knew. He was harder now. Darker. His once–kind eyes now held a cold, calculating edge.

“This is your fault,” I spat at the reflection, my jaw tightening. your endless

You made me like this, Christiana. You and devotion to that waste of space.”

hand through my hair, pacing the room. The kids were asleep in a makeshift corner I’d set up earlier. They were innocent, blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding them. A small part of me knew they didn’t deserve

bitter on my tongue. “And weaknesses

her cheeks. For a moment, just a fleeting second, I felt a pang of regret. But then her voice sounded in my head again, that tone she used when

cracking with the weight of my own pain. “I would’ve given her the world. I tried to give her the

of the alcohol

deserves to know what it

open, and I glanced toward it, expecting the masked man to appear. Instead, it remained still, the faint sounds of Christiana’s sobs

“But even the strongest will break eventually. And when she does… she’ll see. She’ll see that I’m the

in that blue dress she wore to

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bottle tightened until my knuckles ached. “That was supposed to be our life,”

as I crossed the room to check on the kids. They were curled up on the small cot

a hand over

pleas, her devotion to a man who didn’t

I told myself firmly. “The only way she’ll understand. She has

stepped out, his silent presence unnerving even to me. I nodded at him, jerking my head toward