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.

she said, squeezing my hand. “But you’re strong. You’ll

closer, standing beside his grandmother as he looked down at me. “We’re not letting anything

I didn’t know how to respond, so I just nodded, feeling a lump

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

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

as to endanger her own grandchildren, it was

through my thoughts again, “we’ll

the sincerity in his eyes. He was determined to protect us, and I appreciated it more than I

Chapter 45

words. But deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. The nightmare had only just begun, and I had no idea

lead.

attack was going to pay dearly. And I was going

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

I intended, “you don’t need to

same determined expression he’d had since the moment I’d woken up in this hospital bed. “Christiana, I’m not leaving you alone.

here.”

now,” I insisted, shifting in the bed to demonstrate. The pain in my ankle had subsided a bit, and though

fine, he replied quickly, almost too quickly. His hand reached out to adjust the blanket that had slipped down my side, a gesture that was both tender and frustrating.

take his hand in mine, stopping him from fussing over me. “You’ve done enough. You’ve been here every minute since the fire, and I’m so grateful. But I need you to take care of yourself too. Go home.

narrowing slightly as if he was weighing my words,

Christiana,” he said, his voice low but