Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 48

Christiana POV.

My thoughts were spinning as I lay on the hospital bed, the sterile scent of disinfectant filling the room. The bandages on my ankle were tight, a constant reminder of how close we had come to losing everything. The kids were safe, thank God. They were at the hotel now, being looked after by their nanny and the bodyguards. But I couldn’t rest. Not with so much at stake. The phone buzzed in my hand as I made call after call, trying to piece together what had happened. The authorities were involved, of course–this wasn’t just some freak accident. It was arson, a deliberate attempt to kill us. But who would go so far? My mind kept circling back to Mrs. Margaret Alistair. It seemed too obvious, and yet, the woman had always been a thorn in my side. She despised me, yes, but would she really go as far as to kill her own grandchildren? It didn’t make sense. The thought was insane, but the world I lived in was full of insanity.

“Christiana, you need to rest,” Daniel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He was sitting in the chair beside me, his face etched with concern. He’d been here since the moment I was brought in, refusing to leave. Every time I tried to convince him I was fine, that he didn’t need to stay, he’d shake his head and brush me off.

“Daniel, you really don’t have to worry about me,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered. I was tired, and my mind. was a filled with thoughts that I could barely keep track of

His eyes softened, but there was a determination behind them that I recognized all too well. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Not after what happened. You and the kids need someone by your side right now.

I sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “You’ve already done so much. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” he insisted “You never could be. His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face, and I felt a pang of guilt. I shouldn’t have been relying on him like this, letting him care for me when my mind was still tangled with thoughts of Alex.

As if on cue, my thoughts flickered back to the scene at the diner some days ago, to Alex’s face twisted with jealousy and rage.. For a moment, I wondered if he could be behind this, but I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. No matter what had happened between us, Alex would never put the children in danger.

The door to the room creaked open, and I looked up to see Daniel’s grandmother walking in. Her elegant presence filled the room as she approached the bed, concern lining her aged face:

“Christiana, darling,” she said softly, taking my hand in hers. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m… managing,” I replied, trying to muster a smile. It was comforting to see her, but I could see the worry in her eyes, and it made it hard to pretend that everything was okay.

through so much, dear,” she said, squeezing my hand. “But you’re strong. You’ll get through this, and we’ll make. sure whoever did this

“We’re not letting anything happen to you or the kids,” he

comforting and overwhelming. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Thank you,” I

before letting go. “Rest now, Christiana. We’ll

she left the room, Daniel remained by my side, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts. But even with his comfort, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were spiraling out

so far as to endanger her own grandchildren, it was madness. And

through my thoughts again, “we’ll figure this out. I

his eyes. He was determined to protect us, and I appreciated it

Chapter 45

The nightmare had only just begun, and I had no

lead.

certain–whoever was behind this attack was going to

I turned my gaze to Daniel. He was still by my side, his posture tense and his eyes scanning me as if he was expecting me to crumble at any moment. But I was far from crumbling. I was tired, yes, and still reeling from everything that had happened, but I was strong. I had

than I intended, “you don’t need to stay.

expression he’d had since the moment I’d woken up in this hospital bed. “Christiana,

here.”

with him. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, but I can move around on my own now,” I insisted, shifting in the bed to demonstrate. The pain in my ankle had subsided a bit, and though I wasn’t

hand reached out to adjust the blanket that had

done enough. You’ve been here every minute since the fire, and I’m so grateful. But I need you to

eyes narrowing slightly as if he was weighing my words, but I could

voice low but firm.