Dear ex-Wife please be mine again
Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Christiana’s POV.

I sat behind my massive desk in my office, tapping my fingers rhythmically on the polished mahogany. The air was heavy with tension, and the clicking of my fingers seemed to echo louder in the room. My jewelry company was thriving, the business booming beyond expectations. But I couldn’t focus on that, not when there was a storm swirling inside me. My eyes flicked over to Grace, my P.A., who stood rigid at the side, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

“Grace, where are the reports I asked for?” I snapped, harsher than necessary. I could see her flinch slightly, but she quickly collected herself and handed me the file.

“They’re right here, ma’am. I finished them early this morning,” she said, her voice small.

“Good. Now get back to the other tasks. I don’t want any delays today. Not a second out of place.” My tone left no room for argument. Grace nodded swiftly and hurried out of my office.

I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. I wasn’t like this before, this strict, this sharp. But everything was different now. My whole life was spiraling out of control, and I needed something to hold onto, something to give me a sense of control. But no matter how strict I was with my employees, no matter how efficiently I ran my company, it didn’t fill the hollow ache that gnawed at me.

My children.

They still weren’t speaking to me. It had been days now, and their silence was like a dagger twisting in my heart. All because I tried to protect them, to stop them from seeing him. Their father. The man who had disappeared from our lives for so long. But instead of understanding, they had turned on me. Now, when I called out to them, they barely responded. When I walked into a room, they avoided me.

I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples as the weight of it all pressed down on me. How did I get here? This was the first real fight I’d ever had with them, and it had blown up in my face. They didn’t like me anymore. They didn’t understand that I was doing this for them, for their safety. And now, they were slipping away from me, and it hurt more than I could bear.

“Ma’am?” Grace’s hesitant voice broke through my thoughts as she stepped back into the room. “The television…there’s some breaking news you might want to see.”

I frowned, sitting up straighter. Grace nervously turned the flat–screen TV on the wall, and I watched as the news anchor appeared. My stomach tightened with unease as I listened.

“Breaking news just in. Celebrity fashion icon Bianca Monroe Lewis, who had been held in custody for several criminal accusations, has been released after being found not guilty. According to sources, her legal team, led by a top defense attorney, managed to clear her name without any need for bail. And in a surprising twist, it seems Madam Margret Alistair, a prominent figure known for her influence, had a hand in facilitating her release.”

My world froze. The anchor continued to talk, but thei Madam Margret Alistair?

words became background noise as everything else faded away

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Bianca…out? Not guilty?

“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the disbelief settled in. “No… no, this can’t be right.”

The rage began to bubble inside me, rising fast, hotter and hotter until it exploded out of me. I shot up from my seat, knocking the chair backward with a loud thud.

WHAT?!” I screamed, my voice ringing out through the office, reverberating off the walls. “How is this even possible? She’s innocent? That woman is a liar! She’s a monster! She tried to kill me! She tried to kill my children! And they’re letting her

go?”

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My breaths came in ragged, furious gasps as I paced around the office, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I could feel the heat rising up my neck, my face flushing with fury. I couldn’t make sense of it. This was insane. This was beyond wrong.

“That woman did everything! She is not innocent!” I shouted, the words flying out of my mouth, my anger consuming me. “This is wrong. All of it. And Madam Margret…her? She had a hand in this?”

Grace looked on, wide–eyed, too scared to move or speak.

“Of course it was her,” I muttered to myself, pacing faster. “That horrible woman. She always hated me. Always resented me. And now she’s helping her? Bianca of all people! The one person who’s been after me and my children?”

My body trembled with rage, my vision blurring as the reality of it sank in. Madam Margret Alistair, Alex’s mother, the woman who had despised me from the moment she laid eyes on me, had helped Bianca. She had actually used her influence to get that woman released from prison, the very woman who had tried to destroy my life.

“HOW DARE SHE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing a stack of papers off my desk in frustration. They scattered across the floor like leaves in a storm, but I didn’t care. “How dare she do this! Bianca is guilty! She tried to ruin me. She’s after my children for God’s sake!”

I felt like I was unraveling, my entire body consumed by the fire of my rage. I had done everything…everything to keep my children safe, to protect them from Bianca. And now, the one person who posed the greatest threat to us had just walked free.

I slammed my fist down onto the desk, the impact jarring through my arm. “This is a nightmare. A complete nightmare. That vile woman, Bianca….she can’t just walk away from this. She can’t just…”

My voice cracked, and I stopped, staring blankly at the TV. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.

I turned to Grace, who was standing frozen in the corner; her face pale. “I want updates on this situation…now,” I ordered through clenched teeth. “And replace out how deep Margret Alistair is in this. I need to know everything.”

Grace nodded quickly, darting out of the office.

I sank back into my chair, my mind racing, my fury still blazing hot. Bianca was out. Bianca was free. And now, she would come after me again. She would come a

fter

my

children.

It was just too much for me to take.