Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 93

Alexander POV.

The moment I left Christiana’s hospital room, my chest tightened with the fury I had been holding back. It simmered, bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to explode. I barely registered in the hallway as I walked, the smell of hospital clinging to the air, the distant sound of hospital life blurring into white noise. The only thing I could hear, feel, was the searing rage coursing through me like wildfire..

I needed to get out. I needed space.

The parking lot was quiet, the streetlights had shadows over the rows of cars. I found mine quickly and got in, slamming the door behind me, The moment I was inside, the dam broke. My fists clenched the steering wheel so tightly I could feel the grooves digging into my palms, grounding me, barely keeping me tethered to reality.

“Bianca.” Her name was a curse on my lips. I spat it out, my voice low and venomous.

How could I have been so blind? We dated for six years, yet I was too blind and stupid to see the real her. It was after the breakup, she went after my ex wife out of jealousy.

I slammed my fist against the dashboard, my breath coming out in harsh, ragged bursts. “Goddammit!” The sound of my voice filled the car, but it didn’t relieve the pressure. It wasn’t enough.

My mind flashed to Christiana, to the way she had looked in that hospital bed so fragile, so broken. I had seen fear in her eyes before, but this? This was different. She had been through something unimaginable, something that should never have happened. And it was Bianca’s fault. Bianca had sent men to kidnap the mother of my children. She had put Christiana through hell, all because of her sick obsession.

I grit my teeth, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the steering wheel tighter. The images kept flooding back.. Christiana’s tears, her trembling voice, the way her body had curled in on itself when she talked about what had happened. The fear she’d felt… that I had failed to protect her from.

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “I should’ve seen it. I should’ve known

Bianca. Of all people. Who I thought had the sweetest personality. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. She had crossed a line. no, she had obliterated it. And now, all I could see was red.

I leaned back against the seat, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm inside me. But the more I thought about it, the more my anger built, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like I would snap.

She took it too far. She won’t get away with this.

I had to be smart. I had to control the rage burning through me because if I didn’t, I knew I’d do something reckless. Something that could make things worse. But it was hard to think straight when all I wanted to do was hunt her down and make her pay for every second of pain she had caused.

I slammed the steering wheel again, harder this time. “Damn you, Bianca!” My chest heaved, my breath ragged “You’re going to regret this.”

The thought of confronting her, of seeing that smug, manipulative face when she realized she was caught… it only fueled the fire inside me. She thought she could control everything, pull the strings like some puppet master, but she had underestimated me. She had underestimated what I would do to protect my family.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus, to rein in the rage threatening to consume me. I couldn’t let it blind me. Bianca was smart. too smart to leave loose ends. But this time, she’d gone too far. She’d left a trail, and I would follow it. I would find every person involved, every bastard she’d paid, and I would make sure they all paid.

A cruel smile tugged at my lips. “You won’t see me coming, Bianca. But when I’m through with you…” I let the thought linger,

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I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, to think. I couldn’t let this rage cloud my judgment. I had to play this. right. Bianca was a master at covering her tracks, but she had made one fatal mistake, she came after what was mine. And I would destroy her for it.

My phone buzzed on the passenger seat, pulling me back to the present. I glanced at the screen, seeing James name flash across it. Good. I had work to do. There were calls to be made, people to be tracked down.

I picked up the phone, my voice steady, but filled with a dark promise. “James, I need you to start digging. Bianca crossed the line, and I want to know everything. Everyone involved. No one left unturned.”

I ended the call and tossed the phone back onto the seat, my mind already racing with plans, with the steps I would take to. bring her down. This wasn’t over–not by a long shot..

And when I was done. Bianca would know what real fear felt like.

I sat at the diner booth, staring out the window as the hum of the city buzzed around me. My coffee sat untouched, steam rising from the mug in lazy spirals. This wasn’t a social meeting. Bianca had no idea what was coming. I knew her too well. knew her ability to twist a situation into whatever suited her. But today, I wasn’t going to be fooled.

She arrived on time, walking into the diner with her usual grace, and for a moment, I had to remind myself why I was here. Bianca looked bright and beautiful, her hair styled perfectly, her smile wide as she approached. Her eyes sparkled with warmth, as if we were old friends catching up. She even waved to a few of the staff, acting like she owned the place. I almost questioned myself. Could this really be the woman who orchestrated such a monstrous act?

“Alex” she beamed, sliding into the seat across from me. “It’s been a while. You look good.” She smiled, her expression soft, friendly even. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch in response, but I didn’t allow myself to return the warmth. Not this time.

“Bianca” My voice was flat, controlled. She didn’t seem to notice the coolness, her own smile remaining steady as she reached for the menu.

“This place,” she mused, looking around. “You always did pick the best spots for a meeting. It’s cozy. Reminds me of when we used to..” She let her words trail off suggestively, her eyes lingering on me for a second too long

I felt a surge of anger rise in my chest, but I pushed it down. I wasn’t here to reminisce. “I’m not here for small talk, Bianca.” said sharply.

She blinked, looking up at me with wide eyes, still smiling “Oh, of course. I just thought we could catch up a little before we get into anything serious. I’ve missed you, Alex.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. The sound was bitter, harsh, and it cut through the false atmosphere she was trying to create. “Missed me?” I shook my head, leaning forward. “You can drop the act.”

Bianca’s smile faltered just for a second before she recovered. She set the menu down and leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and folding her hands on the table. “What’s this about then?”

1 stared at her, my jaw tight. “Christiana.

At that, her expression froze. But it was subtle, a slight twitch of her lips, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She recovered quickly. Though, shaking her head with a soft laugh. “Christiana? What about her?”

“She told me everything.” I said, watching her closely.

Her brows knitted together in confusion, her head tilting slightly “Everything? I don’t understand.”

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I wasn’t playing games. I leaped in closer, my voice dropping. Don’t play innocent, Bianca. Christiana told me you sent men to kidnap her. To torture her. The mother of my children. My children.

For a moment, she looked genuinely shocked. Her eyes widened, and her mouth parted as if the very idea was absurd. She blinked at me, completely dumbfounded. “Kidnap? Alex, are you serious? I would never… Why would I ever do something like that?” Her voice was soft, pleading, as if she couldn’t believe I would accuse her of such a thing.

I clenched my jaw, staring her down. “Don’t lie to me. Christiana told me it was you. And I believe her.”

Bianca’s eyes filled with disbelief, her face scrunching in gemine confusion. She placed a hand on her chest, her voice trembling. “Alex, I swear on my life. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I

W never hurt Christiana. You have to

believe me. She must be mistaken, or maybe someone’s trying to set me up. But I had nothing to do with this!”

She was good. I’ll give her that. The way she looked at me, so earnest, so sincere…it would’ve fooled anyone else. But not me. I knew Christiana, and I knew she would never lie to me about something this serious.

“Cut the crap, Bianca” My voice was cold, unyielding. “You’re a liar. You’ve always been a liar. But this time, you’ve gone too

far

Her face paled slightly, and for a brief second, I saw a flash of something in her eyes..fear, maybe. But she recovered quickly, shaking her head as if I had just accused her of something ridiculous. “Alex, please… You can’t seriously think I would do something like this. We had our issues, yes, but I would never

“Stop pretending.” I snapped, my patience gone. “I know it was you. Christiana described every detail. The men, the threats, everything You’re the one who planned it Admit it”

Branca’s lips quivered, and for a moment, I thought she might crack. But then, she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Alex, someone is framing me. I swear to you, I had nothing to do with this. Please, you have to believe me.”

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Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading, desperate. But I didn’t waver. I knew the truth. Christiana’s truth. Bianca could lie all she wanted, but it wouldn’t change what she had done.

Without another word, signaled toward the door, catching the attention of the police officers who had been sitting discreetly among the other diners, dressed in civilian clothes. They stood up and made their way toward us

Bianca’s eyes followed my gaze, and realization dawned on her face. Panic flashed across her features, and she shot up from her seat her hands raised slightly. “Alex, what are you doing?

The officers reached us, their hands already moving to cuff her Bianca jerked away, her eyes wild with shock. “No! No, this is a mistake! I didn’t do anything! Alex, tell them! Please!”

I stood, watching her as the officers moved in. One of them recited her rights. “Bianca Marshall, you’re under arrest for conspiracy and kidnapping. You have the right to remain silent

“No!” Bianca screamed, trying to pull free. “I’m innocent! I didn’t do this! Alex, please! You know me! You know I would

never—”

Her voice became shrill, desperate. She thrashed in their grip, her eyes filled with disbelief and terror. But I just watched, my face impassive, as they led her away.

“Alex!” she screamed one last time, her voice echoing through the diner. “I’m innocent! Please!”

But I didn’t respond. Because I knew the truth. And no amount of lies or desperate pleas would change that.

Bianca had made her bed. Now, she would lie in it