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.”

seemed to vanish. “What?” My voice came out

saw it happen.

my ribs, and I could barely hear

tensing, muscles coiling with a sickening surge

words spilling out in a panic. “He said there were gunshots.. he couldn’t do anything. They dragged her into a van and drove

in my chest.

pain grounding me for a second. My mind raced, alternating between the anger

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with the kids” I sand through clenched teeth, barely able

suffocating around me.

gnawed at the edges of my anger. The thought of her alone, afraid, nearly drove me mad. I swallowed hard, trying to control the violent surge of emotions, but it was no use. The fear, the rage,

I grabbed

it hurt. Whoever they were, whatever they wanted.

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

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

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

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

questions or

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

Alistair,” he said, extending a

didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Christiana Davis, my children’s mother was kidnapped. I need every available officer

orders. He gestured for me to sit down, but I remained standing. Tell me what happened,”

was taken right outside her office. Masked men. Guns. Her driver aw

scribbling something on his notepad. “We’ll put out an APB, but it’s crucial we handle this properly. Have you received any ransom demands? Do you have any

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