Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189 Alex's POV.

The office was its usual chaos, phones ringing, papers scattered, and assistants darting in and out of the room like they were being chased. I was leaning over my desk, reviewing the quarterly reports, my focus entirely on the numbers in front of me. The air conditioning hummed low, the only steady thing in a room full of moving parts.

"Sir," James, my PA, called out, his voice tight.

I didn't bother looking up. "What is it, James? I'm in the middle of something."

"It's... that m a d e m e stop.

something urgent, sir." His voice cracked just slightly, and I raised my head, pinning him with a look. "What now?"

He hesitated, clutching the iPad in his hand like it was some kind of shield. His face was pale, his usually sharp suit wrinkled at the collar. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"James" I snapped, standing straight. "Spit it out."

He cleared his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing like he was trying to swallow a brick. "It's Daniel Brooks, sir. He's dead."

For a moment, I thought l'd misheard him. The words didn't register, didn't sink in.

"What?" My voice came out harsher than I intended.

"He was poisoned" James said, his words coming quicker now, like he wanted to get them out and be done with it. "In his cell.

This morning."

The room seemed to freeze, the noise from outside fading into the background. I stared at James, trying to process what he'd just said. Poisoned. Dead. Daniel.

"You're serious?" I asked, my voice low, controlled.

James nodded, his face grim. "It's confirmed, sir. The police are investigating, but..." He trailed off, not needing to finish.

I sank back into my chair, my hand gripping the edge of the desk.

My mind raced, piecing together the fragments of information.

Daniel Brooks, dead. Poisoned in a place where nothing was supposed to happen without someone noticing.

I ran a hand over my face, my palm brushing against the stubble on my jaw. "How the hell does something like this happen?"

James shifted uncomfortably. "They think it might've been in his food. But no one's claiming responsibility."

Of course not. Cowards rarely did.

I exhaled sharply, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. I should've felt something...relief, maybe, satisfaction, but all I felt was a tugging unease.

"Sir," James said cautiously, "the press is already picking up on it.

They'll be looking for a statement."

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. "What the hell am I supposed to say? That the world's better off without him? That justice served itself?"

James stayed silent, which was smart. I didn't need him to a n s w e r .

My phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with messages. I ignored it, pushing the reports aside and standing. I needed to move, to think.

"Cancel my meetings"" I said abruptly. "For the rest of the day."

James blinked. "All of them, sir?"

"Yes, James. Al of them." My tone left no room for argument.

He nodded quickly, stepping out of the office and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I paced the room, my hands shoved deep into my pockets. Daniel Brooks. The man who'd tormented Christiana, made her life hell.

The man who'd hurt my kids. He deserved every punishment coming his way, but poison? That was different. That was personal.

This wasn't right. This wasn't justice. Daniel was supposed to face trial, to pay for everything he'd done. Instead, he'd taken the easy way out...or s o m e o n e had taken it for him.

But who?

I stopped pacing, the question bouncing around my mind. Who would risk this? Who had the connections to get to someone in a secure facility? And why now?

My jaw tightened, and I slammed a fist against the edge of the desk. Someone had done this, but not for justice. This was calculated, premeditated, and pointed.

I turned toward the window, looking out at the city skyline.