Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

Daniel's POV

Two days. It felt like a lifetime. Two excruciatingly long, suffocating days since Christiana had come into this cold, dreary place. Her words had hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn't shake the image of her.mmher eyes, full of anger and betrayal, the venom in her voice as she tore into me. I couldn't stop hearing her accusations, the sharpness of her disappointment.

But what haunted m e m o s t was how much I wanted her. Damn it, I couldn't get her out of my head. Her face, her fire, her everything...

it was like a brand, seared into my brain. It was enough to drive a m a n m a d .

I had to get out of here. I needed to fix this, to make things right, but I coulan't do it from a prison cell. I needed help, someone with the power to pull me out of this mess. Someone with the connections, the money, the resources.

I knew exactly who to call.

The guard came to my cell, tapping on the bars with a sharp, metallic sound. It was a reminder of where I was. The walls were closing in, my time was running out, and I was slowly losing my sanity in this place.

"Time's up, Brooks," the officer said, his voice was of indifference and authority. "Move."

I pushed myself to my feet, feeling the stiffness in my body from sitting too long on the hard cot. The cell around me was bleak, the air thick and musty with the smell of old sweat, stale food, and despair. I didn't care. I wasn't staying here any longer.

The officer led me down the narrow hall, his boots tapping in rhythm with my quickening heartbeat. The echo of the sounds bouncing off the concrete walls felt like a countdown. Step after step, I w a s one move closer to the phone, one move closer to f r e e d o m .

We came to a door, a thick, iron door that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The officer unlocked it, swinging it open. Inside, the room w a s small, barely enough s p a c e to stand and pace, but it was all I needed. There was a phone on the table.

One call. One chance.

The officer stepped aside, motioning for me to take a seat.

"Five minutes"" he said, his eyes never leaving me.

I nodded without speaking, sitting down at the table. My hands gripped the phone, my fingers shaking just slightly. I didn't have much time. Every second felt like a countdown, the seconds ticking away like a bomb waiting to explode. But I couldn't hesitate. Not now.

I dialed the number, my thumb moving mechanically over the keys, and waited for the ringing.

The line clicked, and then her voice.

"Who is this?"

Her tone was clipped, cold...like ice wrapped in silk. Madam Margret Alistair. I could hear her usual disdain dripping from every word.

"It's Daniel" I swallowed, trying to steady my breath. "I need your help."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, a long one. I could practically hear her brain working, calculating whether it was worth her time to entertain my request. Finally, she spoke, but there w a s no warmth in her words.

"You've got some nerve calling me, Brooks."

I leaned forward in my seat, ignoring the ache in my back. I wasn't here to play games. "I'm not calling to chit-chat, Margret. I need you to get me out of here."