Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 159

Christiana’s POV.

The morning began with a jolt. I woke up to the sound of Alex’s phone vibrating furiously on the nightstand. The sunlight had barely started streaming through the heavy curtains, and the stillness of dawn was broken by his sharp intake of breath as he grabbed the phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was groggy, thick with sleep, but within seconds, his entire demeanor shifted.

“What?” he barked, sitting upright so quickly that the bed dipped under his weight. I blinked, startled, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“Alex?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. “What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer immediately, running a hand through his hair as he swung his legs off the bed. His back was tense, his shoulders rigid, and I could feel the worry radiating off him.

“Are you sure?” he demanded into the phone, his voice growing louder. “No, stay there. I’ll be there soon.” He ended the call, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could see the muscles ticking.

“Alex, what is it?” I sat up, my heart pounding.

He turned to me, his face pale, his eyes filled with a mixture of fury and disbelief. “It’s Sebastian,” he said, his voice low but trembling with anger.

My stomach dropped. “What happened?”

“He’s in the hospital,” Alex said, his words clipped. “He was beaten. Badly. They said he’s barely conscious.”

“What?” The word came out as a whisper, disbelief washing over me.

“Who would do that?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He stood up abruptly, pacing the room as he ran his hands through his hair again, his frustration pouring out in every movement. “Who do you think?” His tone was sharp, and then his gaze locked with mine.

“Mother,” he said bitterly. “It has to be her. Who else would stoop this low? She’s been pushing limits for years, and now… this?”

His accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I couldn’t argue with him. Margaret Alistair wasn’t exactly known for her compassion.

Alex grabbed a pair of jeans and yanked them on, his movements hurried and almost frantic. His shirt was next, followed by his shoes, which he struggled to tie with his trembling hands.

“Alex,” I said softly, standing and moving toward him. “I’ll come with you.”

He froze, turning to look at me, his expression softening just a fraction. But his resolve was clear. “No, Christiana. You’re staying here.”

insisted. I

an underlying

frustration bubbling inside me.

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to handle it. But can’t do that if I’m worrying

searching his face. His expression was

I relented, but

His humbs brushed against my cheeks, his gaze

hard as I watched him grab his coat and head

my voice barely above

hand on

“Be careful,” I said.

into a faint, humorless smile.

gone, leaving the room feeling emptier than it had been moments ago. I sank onto the bed, my hands trembling as

Sebastian. Beaten. Hospitalized.

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around it. The idea of someone doing this to him, someone sending men after him…it was too much. And if Madam Margaret was behind

blanket around me as if it could

like a weight. My mind was racing, and no matter how much I tried to ground myself, the same horrifying images kept replaying. Sebastian, battered and broken, lying in a hospital

with every step. This wasn’t just an act of violence. It

stomach churn. That woman had always been cold and manipulative, but to

table for support. No, Sebastian wasn’t just her stepson.

years, but instead of confronting her husband….God rest his soul… she had focused all her venom on Sebastian. A boy who had no control

the empty room, my voice trembling with anger and frustration. “Why can’t you let it

to make sure his life was hell. And now this?

I buried my face in them. I hated feeling so powerless. I wanted to be there with Alex, to see Sebastian for myself, to let him know he wasn’t alone. But Alex was right.

me. I should have seen this coming. I should have warned

at my eyes as I thought about Sebastian. He’d always been so reserved, so quiet about his pain. Even after

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