Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 12

Christiana's POV.

The following day, I arrived at the chic, open-air café where Margaret had requested our meeting. It was a trendy spot, surrounded by lush greenery and shimmering water features—an environment meant to impress. I had decided to make a statement, so I arrived in a sharp, tailored navy suit, with a crisp white blouse and stiletto heels that clicked authoritatively on the floor. My bodyguards flanked me, their presence a silent declaration of my own power and boldness. The crowd parted as we walked through, their gazes flickering with curiosity and respect.

I spotted Margaret at the center of the café’s outdoor seating area. Her normal facial expression was unmistakable, even as she sat alone at a small table, her fingers elegantly wrapped around a porcelain cup. I approached her with deliberate calmness. As I drew closer, I took off my dark shades and let a smirk cross my lips—a silent declaration that I was no longer the unsure, intimidated woman she once knew.

Margaret's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease flashing across her face. She straightened in her chair, her composed facade momentarily faltering. “Ms. Davis,” she began, her voice smooth but edged with condescension. “I see you’ve made quite the effort to flaunt your new wealth. Bodyguards and all. How very... ostentatious.”

I didn’t let her words shake me. I met her gaze coolly, my smirk unwavering. “Let me remind you, Margaret,” I started, my tone deliberate and steady, “that I’m here on my own terms, not because I’m trying to impress anyone. Your previous attempts to diminish me are a part of history. I’ve moved beyond that, and you should know better than to underestimate me.”

Her eyes widened in shock at my bluntness. I could see her struggling to mask her surprise, her poised demeanor slipping slightly. “Well, I suppose you’re more formidable than I gave you credit for,” she said grudgingly, her voice lacking its usual icy edge. “Please, have a seat.”

I took the offered seat with a smooth grace, feeling the weight of her hate as I did. Margaret wasted no time. “Let’s get to the point,” she said crisply, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. “The letter I sent concerned the children you’ve been raising. I believe it’s time we discuss their future.”

I leaned forward, meeting her gaze steadily. “I don’t see why there’s a need for discussion. Alex already made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me—or our children—when he divorced me. He claimed I was barren and moved on without a second thought. I found out that I was pregnant, and I’ve raised these children on my own since then. Neither you nor Alex have any right to impose yourselves on their lives now.”

Margaret’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. “You’re being stubborn and unreasonable. The children are part of the Alistair family, and Alex deserves a chance to be involved in their lives.”

I shook my head, my jaw firm. “You’ve made it clear that neither you nor Alex have a place in our lives. I’ve worked hard to provide for my children and give them the stability they need. Your sudden interest is not only unwelcome but also deeply intrusive.”

Margaret’s eyes flared with anger and surprise at my defiance. She clearly wasn’t used to being challenged in this manner. “You might want to reconsider your stance,” she said, her tone cold and commanding. “It’s in your best interest to cooperate.”

I stood up, my posture straight and defiant. “I’ve said all I need to say. If you or Alex have any further intentions, you’ll have to pursue them through the proper channels. I won’t be intimidated by threats or manipulation.”