Dear ex-Wife please be mine again
Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Daniel’s POV.

I stepped into Christiana’s office, expecting the usual sight of her poised behind her desk, the picture of elegance and control. Instead, what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. She wasn’t seated. She wasn’t working. She was sobbing, her body slumped over her desk, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried.

My heart clenched at the sight. This was a side of Christiana I’d never seen. She had always been strong on the outside, always held it together. But I knew better. Underneath that tough exterior, she was soft, fragile even. She needed care, needed someone to be there for her. I could see that now more than ever.

Without thinking, I crossed the room quickly, closing the distance between us. “Christiana?” I called softly, kneeling beside her, gently placing a hand on her back. Her sobs didn’t cease. If anything, they grew louder. Raw. Painful.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice full of concern as I stroked her back, trying to calm her down. “Talk to me. Please.”

She lifted her head, her eyes red and swollen, her mascara smeared. Her face was tear–streaked, her lips trembling. It hit me like a punch to the gut, seeing her like this. Christiana never showed this side to anyone, but right now, she was breaking. I could feel her pain.

“Daniel,” she choked out between sobs, her voice so broken it hurt to hear. “I…I don’t even know where to start. It’s all falling apart. Everything. It’s going from bad to worse…”

I frowned, confused but desperate to understand. “What do you mean? What’s happening?“”

She wiped at her tears but they just kept coming. Her voice was shaking as she tried to speak. “My kids… they won’t talk to me anymore. They… they hate me.”

I stiffened, shocked. “What? No, Christiana, they don’t hate

you.”

“They do!” she cried, her voice breaking again. “I tried to stop them from seeing their father, just for a little while, for their own good. And now they think I’m the bad mother. They think I’m trying to keep them away from him.”

I could see how much this was tearing her apart. She was a mother who only wanted to protect her children, but they couldn’t see it. They didn’t understand. And it was killing her..

“They won’t even talk to me anymore. They avoid me, they don’t look cracking with every word. “And I…I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

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me the same way,” she continued, her voice

Her sobs grew louder, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. She wasn’t just crying because of her kids. There was something else. Something deeper.

“What else?” I asked gently. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

Christiana nodded, and that’s when she broke completely. Her voice trembled even more, her words spilling out in a rush of pain. “Bianca. That woman…she’s free, Daniel. All the charges, everything…they dropped it all. And it’s because of Madam Margret Alistair. She… she helped her.”

The moment the name “Bianca” left her lips, I felt my blood boil Bianca Monroe Lewis. The woman who had nearly destroyed Christiana’s life, who had come after her and her kids, who had done everything in her power to ruin them. And now she was free?

I cursed under my breath, barely able to contain the anger rising in my chest. “How the hell did that happen?” I muttered, clenching my fists so hard I thought my knuckles might break.

“Her lawyer.. and Margret,” Christiana sobbed. “Madam Margret Alistair had a hand in it. Alex’s mother. She helped Bianca. get released, without bail. She used her influence, and now she’s free”

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Chapter 105

I could barely believe what I was hearing. The woman responsible for so much pain, for trying to destroy Christiana and the kids, was out on the streets, untouched. And Margret? Of course, it was her. She had always despised Christiana, but this….this was unthinkable.

“Christiana…” I whispered, trying to keep the rage from showing too much. But it was hard. I wanted to tear the walls down. I wanted to scream, to hit something. But I had to stay calm…for her.

She broke into another wave of sobs, leaning into me, her body shaking as she cried harder. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her tightly. “It’s okay,” I whispered into her hair, though it was anything but okay. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

She buried her face in my chest, her tears soaking through my shirt, but I didn’t care. I just held her tighter, wanting to take all of her pain away. She clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart, her fingers digging into my arms as she sobbed harder.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” she cried, her voice muffled against my chest. “I feel like I’m losing everything. My kids… my life…”

“You’re not losing anything,” I said firmly, pulling back slightly to look into her tear–streaked face. “You still have them. You still have everything. Bianca’s not going to win. And neither is Margret. I won’t let them.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with so much hurt, so much doubt. “But what if… what if they take my kids away? What if I can’t protect them?”

I cupped her face gently, wiping away the tears from her cheeks. “I swear to you, Christiana, no one is going to take away. Not Bianca. Not Margret. No one. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe, that they’re safe. You’re not alone

your kids in this.”

Her lower lip quivered, and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. She leaned back into me, her arms wrapping around my waist as she cried softly against my shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice so broken it nearly shattered my heart.

I stroked her hair gently, holding her close, letting her cry until she had no more tears left. This was the woman I loved. The woman who needed me now more than ever. And I would be damned if I let anyone hurt her again.

“I’m here for

you,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. “Always.”

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