Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 138

Daniel’s POV.

The city felt quieter than usual, the midday sun blazing high above the skyline. My steps echoed faintly as I walked through the park, replaying everything that had happened like a reel stuck on repeat. Her tears. The way her arms had clung to me, desperate and trembling. The softness of her voice when she said my name.

“Dandel..

I stopped abruptly, running a hand through my hair, my chest tightening. I could still hear her voice in my head, clear and raw with emotion. She had looked at me like she cared.like she still cared. And that was enough to make my boldness solidify like steel

“She loves me.” I murmured to myself, my voice steady. I know she does

I sank onto a nearby bench, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands clasped tightly. The world around me seemed to blur, the sound of laughter from the kids playing nearby drowned out by the pounding in my chest,

It wasn’t a be. The way she hugged me, the way she cried in my arms..it wasn’t just guilt or pity. There was something there, something real. Something Alex could never understand,

But she wasn’t

mine anymore.

The thought made my jaw clench, my nails digging into my palms. She was with him. Alex. That arrogant bastard who thought he owned the world just because he had money, power, and a last name that people respected.

But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Not anymore.

Never again.

I stood abruptly, paring back and forth, my mind racing. She wasn’t with him because she loved him. That much was clear. She was with him because of the kids, because of some twisted sense of duty or obligation. But deep down, her heart wasn’t his.

Not entirely.

And if there was even the smallest chance that a part of it still belonged to me, I was going to fight for it.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, staring at the blank screen for a moment before scrolling through my contacts. I didn’t know who to call first, who would believe in this wild idea I had of starting over, of building something from nothing. But I had to try.

I won’t be useless again.

I tightened my grip on the phone, my knuckles turning white. I’d wasted too much time wallowing in regret, letting my failures define me. Christiana deserved more than a man who sat on the sidelines, watching her live a life he wasn’t a part of

She deserved someone who could stand beside her, someone who could give her everything she needed.

And that someone was going to be me

I walked to the edge of the park, the city sprawling out before me like a challenge. I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling with the weight of my determination

start over. I said aloud, my voice firm. “I’ll make money. I’ll build something she can be proud of

My mind raced with possibilities. Investments, businesses, anything that could put me in a position to face Alex on equal footing. I wouldn’t just challenge him I’d outshine him.

For her.

For the woman who was supposed to be mine,

“She deserves better. I muttered, my fists clenching at my sides. “And I’ll become better.

The m

memory of her tears, her trembling hands as she held onto me, replayed in my mind. She wasn’t happy with Alex. She couldn’t be. Not when there was still a connection between us, a thread that refused to break no matter how hard time and circumstance tried to sever it.

I stopped pacing, staring up at the sky, the sunlight warming my face.

11 win her back.” I whispered, my voice filled with conviction.”

“No m

matter what it takes.”

As I turned to leave the park, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was a message from one of my old friends, someone I hadn’t spoken to in years

12:17 PM

“Still alive? Let me know if you’re ready to get back in the game.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I stared at the message for a moment, my lips curling

g into a determined smile.

“Yeah,” I said quietly to myself, typing out a response. “I’m ready.“”

Because this time, I wasn’t going to lose her, Not to Alex, not to anyone.

Christiana would be mine again.

No

matter what

The afternoon sun was starting to fade as I made my way to the old warehouse on the edge of the city. The place was deserted, the kind of location where you’d expect shady dealings and men who had too much to lose. And that was exactly the kind of place I was headed to.

As I pulled up to the rusty, steel gate, I felt my pulse quicken. My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from something else… something deeper. A mix of excitement, recklessness, and hunger. Hunger for what? 1 didn’t know. I just knew I needed it.

I parked my car, stepping out into the stillness. The faint smell of motor oil and concrete hit me first, followed by the distant hum of traffic. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here for the world outside.

I was here for this.

I walked past the fluctuating streetlamp that illuminated the path, my shoes clicking sharply against the cracked pavement. As 1 approached the door, I could see the shadow of a man through the dirty glass. My old contact.

Rafael Santiago.

I hadn’t seen him in years. But he was the one who had gotten me into the game…the dangerous, life–and–death game that had once brought in stacks of cash, and nearly cost me my life. He was always smooth, always in control. But I knew better than anyone that under that calm exterior, there was a man who didn’t mind putting his life on the line.

e could

When I knocked, the door opened almost immediately. Rafael stood there, a smirk playing on his lips, his sharp eyes scanning me as if he read every thought I was having

“Daniel,” he said, his voice smooth like velvet, but with an edge. “Been a long time.”

I didn’t answer right away, just let the words settle between us. He looked the same dark, neatly combed hair, a black, suit that screamed wealth. His eyes, though… they had that cold gleam in them, the kind that said he’d seen it all, done it all.

“You still playing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I didn’t even flinch. I’m here, aren’t I?”

He chuckled softly, stepping back to let me in. The room beyond was dimly lit, the walls covered in shadow. A table sat in the middle, and around it, the kind of men I used to know hard, dangerous men with enough scars on their faces to make a war veteran jealous.

And on the table! Piles of cash.

Ten million dollars. Just sitting there. Waiting

The sight of it hit me like a punch to the gut. My pulse raced, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It was just like the old days, except now now there was something different. A weight in my chest. A reason to be here that wasn’t just about the thrill

Rafael led me to the table, his hand brushing over the cash as if it were nothing more than paper. But I knew better. This wasn’t just money. This was a game of life and death. The stakes were higher than they had ever been.

“You sure about this?” Rafael asked, looking me dead in the eye

I nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat.

“Yeah. I’m in.”

He didn’t smile, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. He knew what I was doing. Knew why I was here. But he didn’t care. It was just business to him.

“Alright then,” he said, motioning to the men around the table. “Take a seat. Let’s see if you still have what it takes.”

I sat down, the weight of the gun on the table staring back at me. It was simple..one chamber loaded with a bullet, the rest empty. You spin it, pull the trigger, and hope it’s not your time.

12:17 PM

Chapter 138

The sound of my breathing filled the silence. My hands were steady, despite everything inside me screaming to back out

I had done this before, had won thousands in the past. The rush, the thrill, the way everything slowed down just before you pulled the trigger–it was intoxicating. But back then, I had something to lose. My brothers. My grandmother. They depended on me.

So I had quit. I’d walked away from it all, afraid of the consequences, afraid of what would happen if I lost. But now…

Now, everything was different.

I was different.

I’m playing again, Rafael,” I said, my voice low but firm. “And this time, it’s not about the money. It’s about everything I’ve lost…and everything I’m going to take back.”

Rafael’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. He simply nodded.

I took the gun into my hands, the cold metal fitting perfectly in my palm. I spun the chamber, the clicking sound sharp in the quiet room. My heart pounded in my chest, but there was no hesitation in my movements.

This was it

This was what I had to do.

I could feel the eyes of the men around me, but I ignored them. My focus was on the gun, on the game. I pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening, but the chamber clicked empty.

A breath I didn’t realize I was holding rushed out of me.

It wasn’t my turn to die.

I placed the gun back on the table, my fingers still shaking just a little. Rafael raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. He simply picked up the gun and handed it to the next man

The game continued. And I kept playing.

Because just

like before, the stakes didn’t matter. What mat

tered was that I was back in the game, and I was going to play until I had everything I wanted. Until I had her back.

The game had only just begun.