Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 183 The morning light streamed through the tall windows of my estate, but it brought no peace. My hands shook as I sat on the edge of my chair, staring at the tea I had no intention of drinking. The news of Daniel's arrest had spread like wildfire, and with it cthe weight of my involvement. My chest tightened with guilt and fear. Daniel, that reckless fool, had dragged us both down into this mess, and now I was left to clean it up.

"Where's Martha?" I snapped at a passing maid, my voice sharp and grating. She flinched, her tray wobbling in her hands. "1 asked for her an hour ago! Is no one competent in this house anymore?" “I-I'll fetch her immediately, ma'am,” she stainmered, scurrying off.

I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor. The room felt suffocating, and I needed air, though I doubted it would help. Memories of my meetings with Daniel swirled in my mind each one a nail in the coffin of my composure.

"Christiana needs to go," I'd told him over a glass of whiskey in a lounge weeks ago. "She's ruining my son's life." Daniel had leaned back, his smirk infuriatingly self-assured. "And what's in it for me?" "I can make you a household name,” I had said, my tone clipped. "You have the funds, but I have the connections. You'll rise faster than you ever dreamed." At first, he'd hesitated, his eyes narrowing. "Why should I trust you? You're Alex's mother." "You don't have to trust me," I'd replied, my voice icy. "You only need to hate Christiana as much as I do." He'd agreed eventually, though he'd made it clear that his motives were far from noble. "She's mine," he'd said one night, his voice filled with a disturbing obsession. "She just doesn't know it yet." I should have stopped then. I should have known he was too unhinged, too reckless. But my hatred for Christiana clouded my judgment. I thought I could control him. I was wrong.

A vase crashed to the floor, snappingback to the present. One of the maids had bumped into a side table, her face pale as she bent to pick up the pieces.

"Leave it!" I barked, waving her off. My voice was shaking now, my composure slipping. I couldn't afford any more mistakes, I'd gone to see the children earlier at Alex's house. I couldn't face him or Christiana, so I'd kept my distance, watching from a corner of the room as the kids played. They were safe. That should have been enough to ease my guilt, but it wasn't. Daniel's voice echoed in my head, his tone smug. "I'll take the kids. That'll get Christiana's attention." "You can't!" I had yelled at him over the phone. "That's too far, Daniel!" He'd laughed, a chilling sound. "You wanted her gone, didn't you? This will make it happen." I had hesitated, torn between my hatred for Christiana and the line I knew we were crossing. In the end, I had agreed. And now, Daniel was in jail, and I was left to deal with the aftermath.

If he exposed me, if Alex found out... The thought madesick to my stomach. I paced the room, my nail digging into my palms. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I'd wanted to free Alex, to make him see, Christiana for what she was. Instead, I'd becthe monster he already thought I was.

"Madam," Martha's voice broke through my thoughts. She stood at the door, her face lined with concern. "What?" I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended.

"Should I prepare your car? You seem... restless." 1/2 17:00 Tue, Dec 31 Chapter 183 1 glared at her, then turned away. "No. Just... leave me." She hesitated before retreating, leavingalone with my spiraling thoughts.

Daniel had ruined everything, but I had let him. And now, I would pay the price. The question was, how much would it cost me? As the silence of the room settled in around me, I could feel my pulse quickening. I paced back and forth, my mind racing. Daniel had beca liability...a dangerous one. He was sitting in jail, and with every passing moment, he was getting closer to exposing everything. All my careful maneuvering, all the secrets I'd kept hidden, could unravel if he spoke. And I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't.

I stopped pacing, standing still in the middle of the room. My eyes flicked to the window, but I didn't see the view. My mind was elsewhere, calculating, assessing. There had to be a way to call this, to ensure Daniel would never speak a word about what he knew. He had to disappear. I needed him gone...permanently.

The thought of it sent a shiver through me. I wasn't new to this game. I had always been the one pulling strings, the one in control. But this? This was different. Daniel wasn't just a business rival or an ex-lover I could dismiss. He knew too much. His connection to me, to Alex, and to Christiana...it was too much for him to survive if I let things go on like this.

I sat down, rubbing my temples as the options ran through my head. He wasn't in a position to make demands anymore, not with his arrest. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try to turn things in his favor. He'd already threatenedonce, and I had backed down. Never again. I wasn't going to let him destroy what little I had left. The problem was, if I acted too quickly, too obviously, I'd only raise suspicion. Alex was still wrapped up in his own world, in Christiana's world. He wouldn't see it coming, but Christiana? She'd know. She always did. She had a way of seeing through the walls I built around myself, but I couldn't let that stop me. She had to be distracted, pushed further away from the truth, just like Alex had been. They needed to be blind to what was happening. I stood up again, my eyes narrowing. Daniel had to be eliminated quietly. A simple accident, something that couldn't be traced back to me. It would need to look like nothing more than a tragic mistake...a car crash, a botched robbery, something that screamed coincidence. People were far too willing to believe the simplest explanations.

And if he survived? Well, then I'd have to get creative. There were other ways to handle people like him. Money, power, threats. But with Daniel, I wasn't sure money would work. He had his own plans, his own agenda. He didn't care about wealth, at least not in the way others did. He wanted power, control over Christiana...and I couldn't let that happen.

WWW I couldn't let him dragdown with him. If he were to talk, everything I'd worked for would ccrumbling down. Alex would hatefor the rest of his life, and Christiana would make sure of it.

I needed to make sure Daniel never saw the light of day again.

The question wasn't if I should do it...it was when. The longer I waited, the more tDaniel had to find a way to turn things around in his favor. I couldn't let that happen. Not now.

As the thoughts circled in my head, my decision becclear. It would be swift. No room for mistakes. No room for hesitation.

I would make sure that Daniel Brooks would never have the chance to ruin everything I'd built.

9/2 0 SEND GIFT COMMENT Chapter 184 Christiana's POV.

I didn't know why I was doing this. It was reckless, maybe even stupid, but the nightmares had pushedpast my limit. Every tI closed my eyes, I saw him, his smug face, his voice, commanding and cruel. He maderelive that awful moment, tellingto strip, his words twisting like a blade in my mind. And then my kids' faces, terrified, helpless. I couldn't take it anymore.

So here I was, standing in the station, my heart pounding as I told the officer my request.

"You're sure you want to do this, ma'am?" the officer asked, his brows furrowed. "You don't have to see him if you're not ready." "I need to," I replied firmly, even though my insides felt like they were trembling. "Just bring him out." The officer gavea hesitant nod and disappeared through the heavy doors. I stood in the cold, sterile waiting area, my fingers gripping the strap of my purse like it was the only thing holdingtogether.

Minutes felt like hours before I heard the door creak open. And then he was there. Daniel.

He looked different... thinner, his once well-groomed appearance now disheveled. His hair was longer, his beard unkempt. But his eyes? They hadn't changed. That ssmug glint, as if he still believed he had the upper hand.

A smirk spread across his face as the officer led him to the small visitation room. "Christiana," he said, dragging out my nlike a song. "I didn't think I'd see you here. Couldn't stay away, could you?" I followed him into the room, my heels clicking against the floor. My chest felt tight, but I pushed the fear aside. "Don't flatter yourself, Daniel. I'm not here for you." He chuckled as he sat down, shackles clinking against the metal table. "Oh, but you are. You missedso much you just had to see my face, didn't you?" I sat across from him, my hands gripping the edge of the table. "Miss you?" I spat. "You're delusional. I chere to remind myself of what you are...a monster." His smile didn't waver. If anything, it grew wider. "A monster? Con, Christiana. Don't act like you didn't feel something foronce. You used to smile when we talked, remember? Back when you actually gavethe tof day." I stared at him, my jaw tightening. "You were a good man once, Daniel. What happened to you? What turned you into... this?" His expression shifted briefly, almost like he was considering my words. But then he leaned back, shrugging. "What happened? You did, Christiana. You walked into my life, and I couldn't get you out of my head. You were perfect...too perfect to let go." My stomach churned, a mix of anger and disgust rising in me. "Perfect? Is that what you tell yourself to justify kidnapping my children? Traumatizing them? Traumatizing me?" He tilted his head, his smirk never fading. "It was all for you. You and I were meant to be. I just had to make you see it." "By putting a gun to my head?" I snapped, my voice rising. "By forcingto strip to prove my loyalty to you? By tearing my family apart? That's your idea of love?" His eyes darkened slightly, but the smirk remained. "Love makes you do crazy things, Christiana. You wouldn't understand." I stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "Don't you dare talk toabout love. You don't know the first thing about it. Love is selfless. Love is about sacrifice. You don't love anyone but yourself, Daniel." 1/3 < 17:00 Tue, Dec 31 TAR Chapter 184 62% He leaned forward, the chains on his wrists rattling. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but I know the truth. I know you think about me. I know you feel something...otherwise, you wouldn't be here." I shook my head, laughing bitterly. "You're pathetic. You're sitting here in handcuffs, facing a trial that's going to lock you away for life, and you still think you have a chance with me?" His smile faltered for the first time, but he quickly recovered. "Its not over. You'll see. You'll cback, just like today." you did "Not a chance," I said coldly, stepping away from the table. "I chere to remind myself that you're nothing but a sad, twisted excuse for a man. And to tell you one thing...stay out of my nightmares, Daniel. You don't controlanymore." As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me. "You'll never be free of me, Christiana. You'll always remember what we had, what we could've had." I glanced back at him, my eyes burning with anger. "What we had? You ruined any chance of that when you becthis. Goodbye, Daniel." I walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind me. The officer gavea concerned look, but I didn't say a word. I didn't need to.

Outside, the air hitlike a wave, cool and sharp against my skin. I leaned against the car for a moment, my hands shaking as I tried to steady my breathing. He didn't deserve another second of my time.

Let the trial come. Let him face the consequences of what he did Because I was done letting him haunt me. slid into the driver's seat of my car, gripping the steering wheel as if it could holdtogether. The moment the door shut, the dam broke. Hot tears streamed down my face, and the sobs I'd been holding in spilled out, shaking my entire body.

I had kept everything bottled up for so long...pretending to be strong, trying to move on, trying to forget. But it was too much. The kidnapping, the threats, the fear that I'd never see my kids again, it all ccrashing down like a wave, and I was drowning in it.

My chest heaved as I gasped for air, the memories flooding back faster than I could push them away.

Daniel's voice, cold and commanding.

The sound of my kids calling out for me.

The terror in their little faces.

I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel, my tears falling onto my lap. "Why?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Why did this have to happen to us?"

I thought of Alex, of how hard he'd fought to keep us safe, how he'd stood byeven when everything seemed impossible. And I thought of my kids...so young, so innocent, forced to endure something no child ever should. The guilt was unbearable. I was their mother. I was supposed to protect them, but I hadn't. I let Daniel get close.

I let my guard down.

"Christiana..." I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "You have to pull it together. You have to be strang for "But the tea! tears wouldn't stop. Every tI tried to compose myself, another wave hit, draggingback under. I grabbed my phone with trembling hands and dialed Alex's number. It rang twice before he picked up.

"Christiana?" His voice was immediately filled with concern. "Are you okay? Where are you?" I opened my mouth to speak, but all that cout was a choked sob.

17:00 Tue, Dec 31 TR Chapter 184 "Christiana," he said again, his tone more urgent now. "What's wrong? Talk to me." "I... I went to see him," I managed to say through the tears." "You did what?" Alex's voice was sharp, disbelief and anger mixing together. "You went to see Daniel? Why?" "I don't know," I admitted, my voice breaking. "I thought... I thought it would help. But it didn't. It made everything worse." "Where are you?" he asked, his tone softening. "I'm coming to get you." I gave him my location, and he hung up quickly, promising to be there soon.

As I waited, I let the tears flow freely, no longer trying to hold them back. It was as if years of pain, fear, and guilt were finally pouring out, and I couldn't stop it.

When Alex arrived, he foundcurled up in the driver's seat, my face streaked with tears. He opened the door and crouched down beside me, his expression filled with worry.

"Chere," he said gently, pullinginto his arms.

The moment I felt his embrace, the sobs started again, harder this time. I clung to him like a lifeline, burying my face in his chest as he heldclose.

"It's okay," he murmured, stroking my hair. "You're safe now. You're okay." But I shook my head, the words tumbling out between sobs. "It's not okay, Alex. None of this is okay. I can't stop thinking about what he did. To me, to the kids... I can't stop seeing it." He heldtighter, his own voice thick with emotion. "He's gone, Christiana. He can't hurt you or the kids anymore. You don't have to face this alone." seen I pulled back slightly to look at him, my face wet with tears. "But I feel like I failed them. I let him get close. I should've seen the signs. I should've stopped him before it got this far." Alex cupped my face in his hands, his gaze steady. “Listen to me. None of this is your fault. You did everything you could to protect them. And you did protect them. They're safe because of you." I wanted to believe him, but the guilt was like a heavy weight pressing down on me. "I don't know how to move on from this," I admitted.

"One step at a time," he said softly. "And I'll be with you every step of the way. We'll get through this together."

For the first tin what felt like forever, I let myself believe him.

om Maybe, just maybe, Xcould find a way to move forward. But for now, I let myself cry in his arms, letting go of the pain I'd carried for far too long. SEND GIFT