Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Christiana’s POV A Nightmare Unfolds

The day had already been too long. After the meeting with the gallery owners, all I wanted to do was go home, pour myself at glass of wine, and try to forget the mess swirling in my head. Alex’s calls still lingered in my mind, but I had buried them beneath a mountain of work, refusing to let my emotions control me.

I stepped out of my office building into the cool evening air. The streets were busy with people, as always, bodies moving, cars honking, the usual chaos of the city. My driver, Mark, was waiting in the black SUV at the curb, his usual smile greeting me as he held the door open.

“Long day, Mrs. Davis?” he asked, his tone light.

“Too long,” I replied, managing a small smile. I slid into the backseat, letting out a breath as I leaned back, trying to relax. The familiar hum of the engine was supposed to calm me, but something felt… off. There was a tension in the air, a stillness beneath the usual noise of the city.

Mark pulled away from the curb, merging into the traffic. I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past, my thoughts still tangled in the events of the past few days. Alex. Work. The kids. Everything felt heavy, like I was carrying a weight I couldn’t shake.

But then, out of nowhere, I heard it.

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots.

My heart stopped. The sound was unmistakable, sharp and piercing through the noise of the city.

“Mark” I shot up in my seat, panic gripping my chest. “Did you hear that?”

His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, his face pale. “Stay down, Mrs. Davis.”

jerked forward, and I grabbed the seat in front of me to steady myself. Outside, people

My voice trembled, fear clawing

me, his

Bang!

time

all black yanked Mark out of the driver’s seat. My heart leaped into my throat as I watched him fall to the ground, a

but my voice was drowned out by

head to toe in black, a mask covering his face. His eyes were cold, and the gun in his hand was pointed right

of the car,” he ordered, his voice low and

around me felt like it was moving in low motion, but I couldn’t

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me toward a black van parked nearby. People around us kept running, screaming, trying to get away from the gunfire, but no one stopped to help. No one

away, but his grip was iron. My heart raced, pounding

pul.

my eyes as the

“Let me g

the van, and before I could even scream, a cloth was pressed over my mouth. The pungent smell of chemicals filled my nose, and my vision

“No… please…

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