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.

into my arms. The weight of their little bodies against mine nearly broke me. I pressed my lips to the top of their heads, trying to calm the storm inside me.

the storm didn’t calm. It

hint of the turmoil she must have been feeling She was always strong, but I could see the exhaustion in her posture, the way she held herself together

started, but she cut

despite her weariness. “Someone set the house on fire. They wanted to kill us. All

the anger that was already bubbling beneath my skin. I could feel my hands balling into fists, my mind racing with possibilities, suspects, enemies. How could anyone dare to harm them?

than to anyone else. My voice was

to understand that this isn’t about us anymore. It’s about the kids. Whoever did this… they won’t stop until

but I refused to let her see how much they affected me. She was right, of course. This wasn’t just about her or me. It was about Ethan and Emma, who were

going to find out who

as if all the fight had drained out of her. “We can’t afford to lose anyone

looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions I hadn’t expected. Concern, anger, guilt.. and something else, something I wasn’t ready to admit. I leaned down and pressed a

woman I fell in love with all those years ago. The same fire, the same determination, but also a deep, unspoken

11:00 AM

Chapter 45

by the door, his face a mask of

expression grim. “Already on it, sir.”

name. “I’ll be back,” I promised, my voice rough with determination. “And when