Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 82

Alexander POV.

My phone buzzed on the table, vibrating against the wooden surface. I glanced at the screen, Ethan’s name appeared in big, bold letters. My chest tightened slightly. It was unusual for him to call me this late.

I answered quickly, “Hey, buddy. What’s up?”

“Dad. Ethan’s voice was small, shaky. “Mom hasn’t come home yet.”

My heart skipped a beat. I stood up from the couch, my mind already racing. “What do you mean? It’s late, she should’ve been home by now.”

“I–I don’t know. She’s not here.” His voice wavered, and I could hear Emma in the background, her tiny voice saying. “Where’s Mommy?”

My hand tightened around the phone. “Ethan, put the nanny on the phone.”

There was a shuffle, and then the nanny’s voice broke through the line, worried and rushed. “Mr. Alex, it’s true. I’ve been trying to reach her, but her line is unreachable, And… the driver. Mark…he’s not answering either.”

Panic rugged at the back of my mind, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Have you tried calling anyone else? Her office, her friends?”

“I called her assistant, Grace,” the nanny said, her voice laced with tension, “but no one’s heard from her. I’ve never seen the kids this worried. They keep asking for her.”

My pulse quickened. Christiana was never this late without telling someone. I glanced at the clock, each minute felt heavier than the last. Something wasn’t right.

Stay with the kids. I’m sure there’s an explanation. I’ll figure it out,” I tried to reassure her, though my gut twisted in knots..

Suddenly, I heard a commotion in the background. The sound of the nanny gasping filled the line, followed by deep, hurried male voices. My grip tightened on the phone as I strained to hear what was happening.

“Nanny? What’s going on?” 1 demanded, my voice rising.

Her voice came back, trembling and breathless. “Mr. Alex, I… Mark’s just returned. H–he said… they took her.”

vanish. “What?”

said–he saw it happen.

me. My heart slammed against my ribs, and

body tensing,

there were gunshots.. he couldn’t do anything. They dragged her into a van

storm in my chest. Christiana had been taken. Someone had dared to kidnap

my fist against the table, the sharp pain grounding me for a second. My mind raced, alternating between the anger burning through my veins and the fear creeping in. Who were

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sand through clenched teeth, barely able to

respond, my heart hammering against my chest. I paced the room, the air suffocating around me. Every nerve

of my anger. The thought of her alone, afraid, nearly drove me mad. I swallowed hard, trying to control the violent surge of

I grabbed

Whoever they were, whatever they wanted. I’d find

rushed out the door, a single thought echoed in my mind: God

my mind racing, every fiber of my body vibrating with rage and urgency. The moment I entered eyes turned to me. I didn’t

front desk, my voice coming out like a low growl. “I need to speak to whoever’s in charge.

behind the desk looked up at me, startled by my intensity.

my gaze hard as steel I didn’t have time for questions or procedures. I was Alex

I was ushered into a room with the head detective, a grizzled man in his fifties. He stood up

Alistair,” he said, extending a hand I didn’t take. “What’s

was kidnapped. I need every available officer looking for her

He gestured for me to sit

right outside her office. Masked men. Guns. Her driver aw it happen,

we handle this

be some sick attempt at leverage against me. But I wasn’t going to wait for demands.