Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 49

Alexander POV

I found my mother in her study late afternoon. She was sitting in her usual chair, the one by the window, with a cup of tea perched delicately on the table beside her. Her posture was as stiff as ever, her expression one of cool, nonchalant as she skimmed through the pages of a magazine.

“Mother, we need to talk,” I said, my voice strained as I stepped into the room.

She looked up from the magazine, arching an eyebrow at me. “Alex, dear, what’s the matter? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Christiana’s house was set on fire last night,” I said, watching her closely, searching for any flicker of emotion. The entire place was destroyed. The kids were inside.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she set the magazine down, her lips pressing into a thin line. “The children… are they alright?” she asked, her tone as controlled as always, but I could hear the underlying concern.

“They’re fine,” I replied, though my voice was tight with the tension I was barely holding back. “Thankfully, they got out in time. But the fire was no accident”

Her gaze hardened, and I could see the gears turning in her mind. “What are you suggesting, Alex?” she asked, her tone icy. “That someone deliberately tried to harm them?”

I swallowed hard, preparing myself for what I had to say next. “Mother… did you have anything to do with this?”

Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she shot up from her chair, her voice rising. “Are you out of your mind, Alex? How dare you accuse me of something so vile!”

“I had to ask,” I said, my voice cold, though it pained me to be this way with her. “I know how much you despise Christiana, how much you hate the idea of her being in our lives again. But if you did anything–if you even considered putting those kids in danger-”

“Stop right there!” she snapped, pointing a finger at me, her expression furious. “Yes, I loathe that woman, but those children. are my blood, my grandchildren! I would never harm them! How could you even think that?”

my voice low and dangerous. “Because if I find out that anyone had a hand in this, they’ll pay. And I don’t care who they are. I won’t let anyone hurt Christiana

replacing the anger in her eyes. “Are

I turned and walked out of the room, ignoring the sound of her voice calling

the kids had run to him–it was all too much. And then there was the fire, the terrifying thought that someone out there wanted them dead. It twisted my insides, leaving me feeling more helpless than I ever

the house, needing to get out, needing to breathe. Every step felt like I was walking through quicksand, my mind a chaotic mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I had failed them. I had failed her. The woman I loved, the mother of my children, was lying in a hospital bed because I hadn’t been there to

this gnawing doubt was eating away at me, this horrible uncertainty about who could have done this. The confrontation with Daniel, the fire–it was all pushing me to

outside, the cool evening air hitting my face like a splash of cold water. I wanted to scream, to punch something, to find whoever had done this and make them pay. But all I could do was stand there, my fists clenched, my chest

do? How could I make

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Chapter 49

pained, flashed in my mind, and I closed my eyes, fighting the

her. I

right now, it felt

The night air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. I pulled out my

only once before he picked

the line, professional as ever, but I could sense the

steady,

“The private investigators and the police are still looking into it,” he began, his tone cautious. “They’ve been working around the clock, but the culprits. they were smart. They carried

grip tightened around the phone, knuckles whitening as I tried to keep my anger in check. “What do you

his voice lower now, almost as if he was reluctant to say the words out loud. “They sprayed diesel over the

couldn’t speak. The image of it played out in my mind–Christiana, the kids, everyone in the house, completely unaware of the nightmare

silence. “Whoever they were, they planned this meticulously. There

under the force, but it did nothing to release the rage boiling inside me.