Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 88

Christiana’s POV.

The ropes cut into my wrists, sending a dull ache through my body as I shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Every breath felt like a chore, each one dragging me deeper into this pit of exhaustion. My arms were numb, my legs stiff from being bound to this godforsaken chair for hours_no, days. I had lost count. Tyo? Maybe three. It was all a blur now.

The cold warehouse floor was littered with broken debris, the cracked windows letting in shafts of pale light. The only sound was the occasional shuffle of feet or a distant drip of water. The dence was suffocating. But what hurt the most..what tore me apart was not the physical discomfort. It was the distance. The aching, unbearable distance between me and my children

Emma and Ethan. My babies. I hadn’t seen them in two days. I hadn’t kissed them goodnight, hadn’t heard their laughter. hadn’t held them in my arms. I didn’t even know if they were okay. If they were scared, confused, wondering why their

mother wasn’t home.

I swallowed hard. forcing back the tears. I couldn’t let myself break. Not now. Not here.

One of the masked men stood in aside, watching me. I could feel his eyes on me, cold and calculating, even through the mask. The others moved around the warehouse, keeping their distance, but they didn’t need to hover. I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t even if I tried.

“What do you want from me?” I rasped, my voice hoarse from days of yelling, pleading, reasoning. “You can’t gain anything by killing me.”

The man stepped forward, his boots echoing on the concrete. “We are waiting for an order to carry out what we were hired for,” he said, his voice low and almost casual, as if we were discussing something trivial. “But that doesn’t mean you’re leaving here anytime soon.”

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure. “You’re making a mistake. If you think anyone is going negotiate with you, you’re wrong. My life isn’t worth anything to you.”

He chuckled, and it sent a chill down my spine. “Oh, but it is, Mrs. Alistair.”

to pay yo

you off or

The mention of my former name hit like a punch to the gut. I hadn’t been Christiana Alistair for years. Not since the divorce. Not since everything fell apart.

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, though my voice wavered slightly.

Another one of the masked men joined him, crossing his arms as he looked down at me. “You’ve got people trying to find you. Big players. And we’re enjoying watching them scramble.”

1 blinked, caught off guard. “People? What people?”

“Your ex–husband, for one,” the second man said, his voice tinged with amusement. “He’s pulling out all the stops. Seems like he still cares a lot more than you thought.”

Alex

I felt my chest tighten at the mention of his name. Alex was looking for me? Alex was trying to find me? After everything. after all the bitterness, the anger, the mess we made of each other, he was still out there, searching for me?

“I don’t believe you,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Alex wouldn’t…he’s not…”

man interrupted, his tone smug. “And it’s not just him. Some

Daniel

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was even possible. Daniel had gotten involved. I could only imagine the chaos he was causing the storm he’d stir trying to

into mine through the mask. “You’ve got quite the team looking for you, Mrs. Alistair Davis. But here’s the thing…” He

Daniel. They were out there, searching, fighting, probably tearing the city apart trying to

find me.” I said through gritted teeth, forcing my voice

think so? You think your ex–husband, the big, powerful Alex Alistair, is going

stung, and I hated how much they did. Alex wasn’t my hero. He never had been. But the idea that he was out there, desperate to find me, despite

find me,” I repeated,

“You’re just another pawn, Mrs. Alistair. And pawns don’t get saved. They

mind racing I couldn’t let this break me. I couldn’t fall apart here, not with

the weight of the situation settle over me like a heavy blanket Alex.

God, I was

if I was talking to them or to myself. “Please, just let me see my children again.” There was no answer, only the deafening silence of the warehouse. And I was left alone, trapped in this nightmare, praying that somehow,

thick, suffocating. My wrists throbbed against the ropes, and I had long since stopped trying to wriggle free. My throat was dry, and I was dangerously close to losing hope. The kidnappers hadn’t spoken to me in hours. The silence felt like it was pressing down

me, as if trying to decide something, but he didn’t speak. I wanted to scream ar him, to demand answers, but I was too exhausted. All I could

Then something strange happened.

see him swatting at something underneath it. He cursed under his breath, pulling at the edges of the mask until, in one swift motion, he yanked it off. He winced, slapping at his

as I saw his face. It was

I knew him

racing back.

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hard, but there was something different now. He looked at

I breathed, barely able to get the

stared at me, his brows

spoke, but I pressed on, the

narrowed, but I could see it now, the

He shook his

She was unconscious, I continued, my voice gaining strength. “I managed to get into her phone, and I called the first contact I found. That was you. You were the one

went pale. “You..

his mother into surgery. The doctor had come out later,

whispered, more to himself now.

sinking in. He went

in front of me. His men looked at him in

hard, shaking his head as looked up at me, his face contorted with guilt. “If I

he

apologizing to