Dear ex-Wife please be mine again
Chapter 88
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…”
first man interrupted, his tone smug. “And it’s not just him. Some other guy too.
Daniel
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only imagine the chaos he was causing the storm he’d stir trying to
you, Mrs. Alistair Davis. But here’s the thing…” He
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 apart trying to find me. And these bastards…these heartless monsters…they were taunting
said through gritted teeth,
think so? You think your ex–husband, the big, powerful Alex Alistair, is
never had been. But the idea that he was out there, desperate to find
I
“You’re just another pawn, Mrs.
in the cold, empty warehouse, my mind racing I couldn’t let this break me. I couldn’t fall apart
a heavy blanket Alex. Daniel. They were looking for me. My kids needed me. I had
I
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 way, Alex or Daniel
dry, and I was dangerously close to losing
his boots clacking against the concrete floor. He kept glancing over at me, as if trying
Then something strange happened.
something underneath it. He cursed under his breath, pulling
as I saw his face. It was like a punch to the
I knew him
back. Nine years ago. The accident. The
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expression hard, but there was something different now. He looked at me, really
barely able to get the words
me,
I pressed
see it
his head,
was bleeding. She was unconscious, I continued, my voice gaining strength. “I managed to get into her phone, and I called the first contact
pale. “You.. you saved my
nodded, my heart pounding as the memory crystallized. 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 her in when I did he would have
night,” he whispered, more to himself now. “You’re the woman who saved
now, the realization sinking in. He went silent for a moment,
could even process what was happening, he dropped to his knees in front
I didn’t know, I didn’t.” He swallowed hard, shaking his head as looked up at
he
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
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