Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 120

Christiana’s POV.

The buzzing of the salon was a soft hum around me as the stylis gently applied the dye to the tips of my hair. I was sitting back, sipping a cold iced tea, in the middle of a lighthearted conversation with Grace about the latest fashion trends, when my phone vibrated on the counter beside me. I glanced at the screen, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Alex’s name.

“Hello?” I answered, pressing the phone to my ear, a smile still lingering on my lips.

“Christiana,” came Alex’s voice, calm but with an edge I knew too well, that controlled tone he used when he was holding something back.

I straightened immediately, my heartbeat quickening. “Alex? What’s wrong?” My voice was barely a whisper, but already, I could feel the panic creeping up.

There was a pause, a breath, and then he said, “It’s Ethan. He has a ruptured appendix. He’ll be in surgery in no time.”

The world stopped. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. “What?” My voice came out strangled, barely a whisper. “A…. ruptured…?” I couldn’t even finish, my mind racing with images of Ethan, his little face pale and twisted in pain. My baby boy.

“He’s going to be okay, Christiana,” Alex’s voice tried to reassure, but it sounded far away, muffled by the roaring in my ears. “Just get here as soon as you can.”

“yes, yes, I’m coming. Right now,” I stammered, my voice shaking as I hung up, barely able to register the stylist’s confused look as I jumped out of the chair, hair dye still in place. The cape around my shoulders flapped as I ran, dropping everything, my iced tea spilling as I darted through the salon toward the exit.

“Ma’am, wait! Your things!” Grace called after me, her footsteps quick behind as she gathered my purse, my shopping bags, everything I’d left in my wake. But I couldn’t stop, couldn’t even slow down. Every thought, every instinct was focused on getting to my son.

My heart pounded wildly, my breath coming in short gasps as I burst through the door and into the street, searching for the car. My driver was standing by the door, his eyes widening as he saw me running toward him.

“To the hospital!” I cried, barely giving him a chance to process what was happening as I all but threw myself into the backseat. “Now!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied quickly, his calm professionalism kicking in as he jumped into the driver’s seat, the car roaring to life. But every second felt like a lifetime, like the clock was mocking me as we sat there, still, waiting to break free from traffic. Every inch of my skin was burning, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of my seat, my mind racing in a thousand different directions, all of them ending with Ethan.

Grace scrambled in beside me, her face was of worry and confusion as she placed her hand on my arm, trying to steady me. “Ma’am, breathe. What’s going on?”

“It’s Ethan,” I choked out, barely able to say his name. “He’s in the hospital. Surgery… ruptured appendix.” The words were spilling out, broken, barely making sense as my voice cracked, and I saw her expression soften, a hand covering her mouth as she took it in.

“Oh, my god,” she whispered, her own eyes misting over. She squeezed my arm, trying to keep me steady, but I was already somewhere else, back in that hospital, imagining every possible horror.

All I could see was his face, his little smile, and the idea of him in pain, of him lying in a cold hospital bed while doctors worked to save him, tore me apart from the inside.

sharp, sterile smell hit me, making everything feel

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eyes scanned the crowded hallway, frantically looking for them.

small face

as he took a step forward and reached out for me. The moment our eyes met, I felt my knees buckle. The

softly, crossing the distance in two quick strides and steadying me with his hands on my shoulders. His voice was calm but firm, a steady anchor in the middle of the storm raging inside

my chest tight, feeling as if my heart might give out from the sheer panic clawing its way up inside me. “Alex, I–I

said, his voice soft yet commanding. He placed a hand on the small of my back, his touch grounding me. “You have to stay calm for

of my son–my little boy, in a hospital bed, awaiting surgery.

hall. He led me to a window, looking into a room where Ethan lay on a narrow hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses moving around him. His face was pale, his

flying to my mouth as my knees almost gave out again. “Oh, my baby.” I felt hot tears spill down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I was shaking all over, barely able to stand. Alex’s arm was around me, his grip

low and reassuring as he held me close. He wiped a tear from my cheek, his face inches from mine. “I know it’s hard, but he’s in good

coming. I could feel myself falling apart, losing all control. “I just…I just can’t stand seeing him in pain, Alex. He’s…he’s

through this,” he said, his voice filled with a confidence I desperately wanted to believe. “He’s strong, just like his

I turned, barely able to breathe

appendix has ruptured, and it’s crucial we operate

the stomach, leaving me gasping, struggling to process. Surgery. my Ethan… “Thank you, doctor,” Alex replied, giving a nod. His grip on my hand was tight, grounding, as he tried to reassure me with a squeeze. But I was barely holding it together, the panic bubbling up as I

okay?” I asked, my voice still shaky,

guiding me to sit down as he knelt beside me, placing a steady hand over mine. “But he’s going

stuffed rabbit tightly, her little shoulders shaking. I

staining my blouse. “Is…is

fingers. “Yes, sweetheart,” I whispered, my voice choked.

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that it was true. That Ethan would be okay, that we’d get through

area, time seemed to slow down. The antiseptic smell of the hospital filled my senses, each tick of the clock digging into my nerves like tiny, endless pinpricks. I kept my arms wrapped around Emma, feeling her small, trembling body against mine as she clutched her stuffed rabbit tightly, her tear–streaked face buried in my shoulder. Her sobs had quieted

coiling through his own body. He looked composed, his jaw set and his expression calm, but I could

been there, Alex,” I whispered, guilt clawing at my insides. “I was….at the salon, shopping…while our son was here. In pain.” The words felt bitter as they left my

my knuckles. “Christiana, stop,” he said softly, his voice carrying a calm firmness. “You couldn’t have known.

but the guilt was unshakeable. My boy was lying in a hospital bed, and I

“Is Ethan hurting a lot?” She

now, sweetheart,” I whispered, forcing myself to sound stronger than I felt. “But the doctors