Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Christiana’s POV

The orang air was cool and crisp as I stepped out of the car. My heart was pounding, each beat echoing louder than the last. Daniel’s house stonel ahead of me, but it felt hauntingly lifeless. I couldn’t stop replaying Mrs. Brooks‘ words from the night before, her desperate plea, her tears, It wrighed on me like a burden Iconklu’t shrug off

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Mrs. Brooks greeted me at the door. Her wrinkled face lit up with gratitude, though her eyes still carried the sadnews of sleepless nights. “Christiana,” she whispered, pulling me to a tight Ing. “Thank you for coming.”

I nodiled, my throat too tight to respond

inside. Daniel’s younger brothers appeared. They both looked worn down, their usual charm replaced by visible concern. One of them, Michael, ran a hand through his tousled hair and sighed. “He doesn’t come out, Christiana. The second he hears our voices, he shuts us out. He hasn’t eaten properly in days. If anyone can teach him..it’s you.

The weight of their expectations pressed on me, but I tried to push it aside. This wasn’t about me. This way about Daniel

Mrs. Brooks clutched my hand as we climbed the stairs. Her grip was firm, like she was trying to transfer some of her strength to me reached his door, she stepped back, her lips quivering. “We’ll wait downstairs,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I trust you.”

I nodded again, taking a shaky breath. Then Etumed to the door.

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It looked so unassuming, just an ordinary wooden door, but it felt like a barrier I might not be able to break through. My heart ached at the thought of what Ly behind it. Daniel, my friend broken, hurting and shunting out the work.

I knocked gently at first. “Daniel‘ It’s me, Christiana.”

No response.

I knocked again, a little harder this time. “Daniel, please. I need to see you. Can we talk?”

Still nothing. The silence was suffocating.

I rested my forehead against the door, closing my eyes as tears threatened to spill “Daniel, I’m sorry, I whispered. My voice cracked, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “If I’ve hurt you, if I’ve done anything to cause you pain, I’m so sorry. Please, just talk to me. Let me see you.

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, It was as if the room itself were holding its breath.

“Daniel,” I said again, my voice shaking, “I know I hurt you. I know I rejected you, and I know how much that must have hurt. But please, don’t do this to yourself. Don’t shut everyone out. You mean so much to so many people. To me. Please, don’t give up on yourself.”

Still nothing. It was like talking to a wall. My chest tightened, fear clawing at my heart. What if he wasn’t okay? What if he was too far gone!

The thought was too much. Before I knew it, I was sobbing, my hands pressed against the door. “Please, Daniel Lcried, my tears falling freely. “I can’t bear the thought of you like this. Please, come back. Please.”

Behind me, I heard footsteps. I turned slightly to see Mrs. Brooks and his brothers watching me from the staircase. Their faces were of shock and sorrow. I realized how desperate I must have looked, but I didn’t care. None of it mattered if I couldn’t reach him.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

I stumbled back, startled, and then froze.

Daniel stood there, his frame leaning heavily against the doorframe. His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and stained. He reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were bloodshot and sunken, but they were locked on me.

“Christiana,” he said hoarsely.

Before I could respond, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I stiffened at first, shocked, but then I melted into him.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured, his voice breaking, “I can bear anything, but not your tears. Please, Christiana, don’t cry.”

My arms went around him instinctively, holding him as tightly as I could. “Daniel,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry. I’in so, No sorry”

He shook his head, his grip on me tightenings “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s me. I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t know

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I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. His face was inches from mine, his expression raw and vulnerable. “You don’t have to let go.“1 sald sofily. “Hut you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You’re too important, Daniel. To your family. To me. You can’t give up.”

Tears filled his eyes, and he looked down, his shoulders shaking. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper

“You don’t have to do it alone,” I said, my voice firm. “We’ll figure it out together. But you have to try. Promise me you’ll try?

He nodded slowly, and I hugged him again, holding him as tightly as I could.

Behind us. I heard a gasp. I turned slightly to see Mrs. Brooks clutching her chest, tears streaming down her face. His brothers stood beside her, their expressions were of shock and relief

Daniel was finally out.

And I wasn’t going to let him slip away again.

I stayed. I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not after seeing the state Daniel was in and hearing the tremble in his voice when he hugged me, I watched as his grandmother and brothers helped him to the bathroom, their movements gentle and deliberate, as if he might shatter. Mrs. Brooks kept glancing back at me, her eyes brimming with gratitude.

“You’re a blessing Christiana, she whispered before following Daniel to make sure he had everything he needed. Her voice cracked with emotion. “I don’t know what we would have done without you

Her words made my chest tighten. I didn’t feel like a blessing. I felt guilty so deeply guihy that it was hard to breathe.

Daniel’s younger brothers, Michael and Jason, hovered nearby, their eyes darting between the bathroom door and me. They were clearly relieved to see him finally responding to someone, but there was a tension in their movements, like they were afraid he might retreat back into himself at

any moment.

“Christiana” Michael said hesitantly, his voice low. “Thank you for coming. He he wouldn’t even look at us. But you.” He paused, swallowing hard. “You brought him back.” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

I sat on the couch, my hands clasped tightly together, as the minutes stretched on. I could hear the faint sound of water running, the occasional murmur of voices from the bathroom. My mind wandered, unbidden, to my own past the cold, sterile walls of the orphanage, the loneliness that clung to me like a shadow. I’d always longed for family, for connection, and maybe that was why I cared about Daniel the way I did. He wasn’t just a friend, he was family, the kind I’d never had but always dreamed of.

When Daniel finally emerged, he looked better. His hair was damp, combed back, and he was dressed in fresh clothes. The darkness in his eyes was still there, but it wasn’t as consuming. He looked at me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a flicker of the Daniel I used to knone

“Hey,” he said, his voice raspy but steadier than before.

“Hey,” I replied, standing up instinctively.

Mrs. Brooks was at his side, her hand on his arm, her face was of relief and worry. “He needs to eat,” she said softly, glancing at me

“Of course,” I said quickly. “Sit down, Daniel. I’ll get you something.”

“No.” Daniel said, his voice firm but not harsh. “Sit with

Christiana. Please.”

I hesitated, but the look in his eyes made it impossible to refuse. I followed him to the couch, where he sank down heavily. His brothers brought him a plate of food, but his focus was on me.

“You didn’t have to say,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter now I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d left.”

I shook my head, my throat tightening “I couldn’t leave, Daniel. Not like this.”

He managed a faint smile, one comer of his mouth lifting. “Always the stubborn one,” he said, his tone light but tinged with something deeper. “How are the kids?”

The question caught me off guard, 1 blinked, my heart clenching. Even in his state, he was thinking about my children.

“They’re good.” I said, my voice soft. “They miss you. Ethan keeps asking when you’ll visit again.””

Daniel’s smile wavered, and his eyes grew distant. I miss them too,” he said quietly.

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12:15 PM

Without thinking, I reached out and took his hand. His skin was warm but slightly rough, and I stroked it gently with my thumb. “Daniel,” I said, my voice trembling, Tm so sorry. For everything. For hurting you. For not realizing

He shook his head, cutting me

me off.

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not your fault, Christians. I just.. I didn’t handle it well. I let it get to me.”

“But you didn’t deserve to feel like this,” I said, my voice breaking. “You’re too important, Daniel. To your family. To me

His eyes

es met mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. There was a heaviness in the air, but also something else an unspoken understanding

“You’re too hard on yourself,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“And you’re too hard on yourself,” I countered, managing a small smile despite the tears that still threatened to fall.

His lips quirked upward, just slightly, and he squeezed my hand. “Ill try,” he said. “For you. For my family

Mrs. Brooks was standing nearby, her hand pressed to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Jason and Michael exchanged looks, their expressions were of relief and disbelief.

I didn’t leave Daniel’s side for the rest of the day. We talked about the kids, about life, about nothing and everything, except Alex. It wasn’t much. but it was a start. And as I sat there, holding his hand, I made a silent promise to myself I would be there for him, just as he had always been there for me. Because that’s what family does.

As I finally stepped out of Daniel’s house, the crisp morning air hit me, an opposite to the warmth inside. I closed the door gently behind me. letting out a heavy sigh. My emotions were all over the place..relief that Daniel seemed better, guilt for what he had gone through, and exhaustion from the weight of it all,

But as I turned to leave, my heart stopped.

There he was

Alex stood a few feet away, leaning against his car with his arms crossed. His sharp gaze locked on me, and the cold, unreadable expression on his face sent a chill down my spine. It was the kind of look that could cut through steel, the kind of look I had only seen him wear in the presence of his most dangerous rivals.

“Alex,” I whispered, stunned. “What.. what are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pushed off the car, his towering frame closing the distance between us. The closer he got, the more I could see the tension in his jaw, the fury on his face.

“Have you been out here all along?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Why are you still visiting him, Christiana?” Alex’s voice was calm, too calin. It only made his words hit harder. “The man you claimed doesn’t matter. The man you said you had nothing with

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My breath caught in my throat, and for the

first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to say

His piercing eyes!

s bore into mine, waiting, demanding an answer I wasn’t sure I could give.