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…”

tone smug. “And it’s not just him.

Daniel

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involved. I could only imagine the chaos he was causing the storm he’d stir trying to find me.

man crouched down beside me, his eyes boring into mine through the mask. “You’ve got quite the team looking for you, Mrs. Alistair Davis. But here’s the thing…” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

ears, the blood rushing through me in a dizzying whirl. Alex. Daniel. They were out there,

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

tilted his head, studying me. “You think so? You think your ex–husband, the big, powerful Alex Alistair, is going to swoop in

never had been. But the idea that he was out there, desperate to find me, despite everything we’d been through… it was enough

find me,” I repeated, holding

another pawn, Mrs. Alistair. And pawns don’t get

away, leaving me in the cold, empty warehouse, my mind racing I couldn’t let this

like a heavy blanket Alex.

I

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, some

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

earlier, paced in front of me, his boots clacking against the concrete floor. He kept glancing over at 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.

His hand flew up to his mask, and I could 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

I saw his face. It was

I knew him

whispered, my mind racing back. Nine years

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different now. He looked at me, really

to get the words out. I

at me,

as I spoke, but I pressed on, the memory flooding back in vivid detail. I was the one who found her. I brought her

see it now, the wheels

He shook his head, almost in

managed to get into her phone, and I called the first contact I found. That was you. You were the one

face went pale. “You..

I had been there, waiting anxiously in the ER as the doctors. rushed his mother into surgery. The doctor had come out later, shaking his head, telling me that if I hadn’t brought

more to himself now.

could see it now, the realization sinking in. He went silent for a moment, his eyes

what was happening, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His men looked at him in shock, but I was

didn’t.” He swallowed hard, shaking his head as looked up at me, his face contorted with guilt. “If I had known it was you…

he

was happening The leader of the masked kidnappers, the man who had held me captive for days, was on his knees, apologizing to me. It felt surreal,