Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 103

Bianca’s POV.

I stepped out of the cell, breathing in the cool, fresh air like it was my first taste of freedom in years, not just days. The guard escorted me toward the exit, but I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face. I had done it. I had beaten them all…Alex, Christiana, everyone who thought they could pin me down and destroy me. Fools.

As soon as the heavy iron doors clanged shut behind me, I let out a deep breath, one I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My heels clicked against the polished floor, each step a reminder that I was back where I belonged: in control. The feeling of the cold tile beneath my feet sent a jolt of triumph through me. I was free.

“Ms. Monroe,” one of the guards said as he handed me my purse. I smiled sweetly, taking it from him with a nod.

“Thank you, darling,” I said, flashing him a charming smile. I knew how to play the part, sweet, innocent Bianca, always a victim of unfortunate circumstances. It never failed.

Walking out into the sunlight felt like stepping into a whole new world. The heat on my skin felt like power, a reminder that no matter what anyone thought, no matter what they did, I was untouchable. They tried to lock me up, tried to paint me as the villain in their pathetic little story, but they underestimated me. Alex underestimated me. He always had.

I slid on my sunglasses, the smile growing wider on my lips as I spotted my driver waiting by the car. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins, the excitement of knowing I had just manipulated my way out of what could’ve been the end of me. The lawyers had done their job perfectly. I had spun my web of lies with precision, and those fools believed every word.

“Ms. Monroe,” my driver said as he opened the door for me. “Congratulations.”

I chuckled, slipping into the backseat. “Thank you, Paul. I’ll never get used to the feeling of winning.”

The door closed softly behind me, and I leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling in satisfaction. The memory of Alex’s face when I was first taken in flashed before my eyes…so sure of himself, so sure that this was it for me. He thought he had finally caught me, trapped me, but oh, how wrong he was. He never learned. He never understood just how far I was willing to go.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the messages from my lawyer, relishing every word of how they had gotten all the charges dropped. Lack of evidence. What a joke. They had evidence….they just didn’t have enough to pin anything on me. That was the beauty of it. I had danced just on the edge of guilt, just far enough to be untouchable. And now, I was free, with no one to stop me.

A text popped up from Alex. I laughed out loud, shaking my head as I read it.

‘You’ll pay for this

He was angry. No, furious. I could picture him pacing in his mansion, that vein on his forehead pulsing the way it did when he was losing control. Good. Let him be angry. Let him stew in his own misery. I was untouchable now, and there was nothing he could do about it.

‘I’m just getting started, darling, I texted back, a wicked smile playing on my lips.

The car began moving, and I gazed out the window at the passing streets, feeling a sense of exhilaration I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was back on top, and this time, I wasn’t letting anyone knock me down. Christiana and her children could rot for all I cared. I wasn’t finished with them, not by a long shot.

Christiana thought she could come into my world and take what was mine? I gritted my teeth at the thought of her smug face, parading around with those children, acting like she belonged. She had ruined everything, but I would get the last laugh. I always did.

As we pulled up to my estate, I stepped out, the weight of victory settling comfortably on my shoulders. This was only the

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beginning. Christiana, Alex, all of them…they would regret ever crossing me.

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I threw my head back, laughing softly to myself as I made my way to the front door. No one could touch me. I was invincible.

And God, it felt good.

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As I stepped into my estate, the familiar scent of luxury and power washed over me like a sweet perfume. The rich mahogany floors, the art that lined the walls, everything screamed wealth, control, and status. Christiana thought she could walk into my world, with her perfect little children, and tear it all away from me. It was laughable. She didn’t belong here, and she never would.

I tossed my purse onto the marble table by the door and made my way to the living room, sinking into the velvet couch. My fingers trailed over the edge of the wine glass I kept nearby, my thoughts swirling just as darkly as the liquid inside. Christiana. Her face flashed before my eyes…her big, innocent eyes that had once fooled Alex.

It was always about her, wasn’t it? Ever since she showed up, everything in Alex’s life revolved around her. He couldn’t see what was right in front of him, the woman who stood by his side all these years. He didn’t appreciate what he had; me. Bianca Monroe, the woman who made him who he was, the one who shaped him into the man who had power, influence, and respect. But Christiana? She came with her sob story, her needy eyes, her children hanging off her like leeches, and suddenly, she was all that mattered.

I snorted, swirling the wine in the glass before taking a sip. Her children. I sneered at the thought. Alex had kids with her, and that was what made this worse. Those little brats, running around with their big doe eyes, turning him into some doting father. I’d seen it…the way his eyes softened when they were around. I hated it. I hated how they had changed him, made him weak.

Those children were a nuisance. And they were standing in my way, just like their mother. They didn’t belong in this world… my world. If it weren’t for them, Christiana wouldn’t have any hold over Alex. She used those kids as leverage, as if having children gave her some kind of moral high ground. As if that made her better than me.

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I stood up, pacing the room as my thoughts boiled over. Christiana and her kids were nothing but obstacles in my path. They were ruining everything, stealing the life that was meant for me. She was always in the way…always. The fire, the accusations, the arrests… it was all because of her meddling. And yet, everyone saw her as some innocent victim, as though I was the villain in their little fairy tale.

But I wasn’t the villain. No, I was the one who deserved everything. Alex, the life we had built. I had earned it. Christiana, with her pathetic excuses, her supposed strength…she didn’t deserve any of it. She didn’t deserve him.

I slammed the wine glass onto the table, the sound of the glass echoing in the silence. My chest heaved with anger. The children weren’t even mine, and yet they had taken everything from me. That thought had festered in me for so long, like a poison. And now, Touldn’t help but imagine what life would be like without them. Without Christiana and her children constantly standing in my way.

But I wasn’t stupid. No, I was far from it. If anyone was going to take them down, it would be me…quietly, methodically. I wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. I had been too bold, too reckless before. The fire, the charges… It was all too messy. But I’d learned from that. I knew now how to play the game better, and I was patient.

I wasn’t done. Not yet.

Christiana didn’t know who she was dealing with. She didn’t understand what I was capable of. She had come into my life, with her self–righteous act and her fake innocence, and now she thought she had won. But she hadn’t. Not yet. She wouldn’t win, not while I still had breath in my body.

I sát back down, a smirk curling on my lips. She had no idea what was coming. She thought she could waltz in and ruin everything for me, but she was wrong. I wasn’t going anywhere.

And neither was she…not until I was done with her.

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Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes, feeling the satisfaction settle deep within me. The pieces were already moving. would wait, bide my time, and then strike when she least expected it.

Because if there was one thing I knew about Christiana and her precious little family…it was th

at they were fragile. And I was going to be the one to shatter them.

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