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…”

his tone smug. “And it’s not just him. Some other

Daniel

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

eyes boring into mine through the mask. “You’ve got quite the team looking for you, Mrs. Alistair

could hear my heartbeat in my ears, the blood rushing through me in a dizzying whirl. Alex. Daniel. They were out there, searching, fighting, probably tearing the city

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

ex–husband, the big, powerful

did. Alex wasn’t my hero. He never had been. But the idea that he was out there, desperate to find me, despite everything we’d been through… it was enough to give me a sliver of hope. A tiny, fragile

me,” I repeated,

shaking his head. “You’re just another pawn, Mrs. Alistair. And pawns don’t get

in the cold, empty warehouse, my mind racing I couldn’t let this break me. I couldn’t fall apart here,

a heavy blanket

I was

“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 way, Alex or Daniel would find me before it

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.

man who had taunted me 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

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

stunned, my eyes widening as I saw his face.

I knew him

racing back. Nine years ago. The accident. The

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He looked at me,

breathed, barely able to get the words out. I

at me,

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

could see it now,

his

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

face went pale. “You.. you

surgery. The doctor had come out later, shaking his head, telling me that if I

that night,” he whispered, more to himself now. “You’re the

in. He went silent for a moment, his

I could even process what was happening, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His men

emotion I didn’t know, I didn’t.” He swallowed hard, shaking his head as looked up at

he

masked kidnappers, the man who had held me captive for days, was on his knees, apologizing to me. It felt surreal, like I was watching it happen to someone else. I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice trembling now.