Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 42

Bianca's POV

I watched her from my hidden spot, the brim of my oversized sunglasses putting a perfect cover as I lurked behind the tinted windows of my sleek black car. Christiana Davis. The name itself made my blood boil. There she was, all prim and proper, sashaying down the steps of some overpriced boutique, her designer dress fluttering in the breeze like she hadn’t a care in the world. Her bodyguards flanked her, and her little lapdog of a P.A. hovered nearby, practically fawning over her every move.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. "Look at her," I hissed under my breath. "Parading around like she owns the damn world. But she’s just a fraud… a nothing. And those brats of hers? They’re just pawns—pawns in her little game to get Alex back."

I felt my chest tighten at the thought of Alex. The way he’d tossed me aside, like I was some kind of disposable accessory. All for her. Christiana and her perfect little life, with her perfect little children. She thought she could just waltz back into his life, back into *my* life, and take what was mine. Not on my watch.

I slid lower in my seat as she neared the car, the sharp click of her heels growing louder. She was close enough now that I could see the determined set of her jaw, the way her lips curved into that insufferable smile. God, how I hated that smile.

"Keep smiling, darling," I muttered, my voice dripping with venom. "We’ll see how long that lasts when I’m through with you."

My eyes followed her every movement as she climbed into the back of her chauffeured SUV, her bodyguards closing the door behind her. I watched as the car pulled away, slipping into the stream of traffic. Without a second thought, I turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life as I followed at a safe distance. She wouldn’t even know I was there, wouldn’t suspect a thing. But I was always there, always watching.

I’d been planning this for weeks, ever since Alex had the nerve to end things between us. He thought he could just walk away? From me? No one walked away from Bianca. No one. Especially not for some washed-up has-been who couldn’t keep her man the first time around.

As I followed her through the city, I imagined what I’d do next. I’d already had a little something cooking, something that would make sure Christiana never smiled that sickening smile again. It was just a matter of time before I unleashed it. And those kids… those insipid little reminders of Alex’s betrayal… I’d make sure they were out of the picture, too.

My phone buzzed in the passenger seat, and I glanced at the screen. A message from my publicist, reminding me of a meeting I had later that evening. But that could wait. Everything could wait until I was done with Christiana.

She finally stopped at some fancy restaurant, and I parked a block away, watching as she entered with her entourage. I could see her through the glass windows, laughing, smiling, like nothing in the world could touch her. It made me sick.

I pulled down the sun visor and checked my reflection in the mirror. Perfect. I was always perfect. But perfection wasn’t enough anymore. Not when that woman still had a hold on Alex, on what should have been my life.

I leaned back in my seat, eyes narrowed as I continued to watch her. "Enjoy it while you can, Christiana," I whispered, my voice a deadly calm. "Because I’m coming for you. And when I’m done, you’ll wish you’d never come back into our lives."

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