Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 45

Alexander POV.

The call came in just before dawn, jolting me awake. I fumbled for my phone, squinting at the screen, and immediately recognized James’s number. A call at this hour could only mean something was seriously wrong.

“James, what is it?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep and unease.

“Sir, there’s been an incident,” he said, his voice urgent. “Christiana’s mansion–there was a fire. The house… it’s gone. She and the children are at St. Mary’s Hospital. I’m on my way there now.”

The words hit me like a freight train. I shot out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest. “A fire? Are they alright? What happened?”

“Christiana and the kids made it out alive, but she’s injured. Twisted her ankle. The mansion is a total loss.”

I didn’t wait for more details. Throwing on the nearest clothes I could find, I was out the door in minutes. My mind raced as I sped through the early morning streets. A fire? In the middle of the night? This wasn’t a coincidence. Someone was trying to kill them.

When I arrived at the hospital, I barely noticed the stares from the staff as I stormed through the corridors. My thoughts were singular, focused solely on finding them. As I reached the room, the door swung open, and there she was–Christiana, lying on the hospital bed, her ankle bandaged, her face pale but composed. The doctor was standing beside her, checking her vitals, but it was clear from the tension in the room that this was more than just a routine examination.

“Daddy!” Ethan’s voice rang out, high–pitched and filled with relief. He ran towards me, followed by Emma, their small faces streaked with tears but showing a glimmer of hope now that I was here.

my knees, pulling them both into my arms. The weight of their little bodies against mine nearly broke me. I pressed my lips to the top of

the storm didn’t calm. It

of the turmoil she must have been feeling She was always strong, but I could

but she cut me off

her voice firm despite her weariness. “Someone set

could feel my hands balling

else. My voice was low, deadly, filled with the kind. of promise that I

my gaze, her eyes sharp despite her condition. “I don’t need your promises, Alex. I need you to understand that this isn’t about us anymore. It’s about the kids. Whoever did this…

affected me. She was right, of course. This wasn’t just about her or me. It was about

still holding onto the kids. “I’m going to

the fight had drained out of her. “We can’t afford to

wasn’t ready to admit. I leaned down and pressed

eyes, something that reminded me of the woman I fell in

11:00 AM

Chapter 45

by the door, his face a mask of professionalism but his eyes filled with concern. “Get the best security on them,” I ordered, “Around the clock,

grim. “Already on it,

couldn’t quite name. “I’ll be back,” I promised, my voice