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 want to be

was an underlying gentleness. “I need you here. Safe. You

bubbling inside me. “Alex, this isn’t just about

think I don’t know? That kid has been through hell, and now

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handle it. But can’t do that if I’m

his face. His expression was a mix

relented, but my

brushed against my cheeks, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll call you the second

swallowing hard as I watched him grab his coat and head for

my voice barely above

his hand

“Be careful,” I said.

curved into a faint, humorless smile.

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

Sebastian. Beaten. Hospitalized.

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

shivered, pulling the blanket around me as if it could shield me from the storm that was

matter how much I tried to ground myself, the same horrifying images kept replaying. Sebastian, battered and broken, lying in a hospital

This wasn’t just an act of violence. It was calculated, personal, and cruel.

been cold and manipulative, but to do something like this? To orchestrate such a brutal attack on

the edge of the table for support. No, Sebastian wasn’t just her stepson. He was the product

for years, but instead of confronting her husband….God rest his soul… she had focused all her venom

the empty room, my voice trembling

make sure his life was hell.

the couch, my hands trembling as 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. Staying here with the

it didn’t stop the guilt from eating away at me. I should have seen this coming. I should have warned Alex

about Sebastian. He’d always been so reserved, so quiet about his pain. Even after

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