Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 160

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.”

I insisted. I want to be

firm, but there was an underlying

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

I don’t know? That kid

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

lip, my eyes searching his face. His expression

I relented, but my

with his hands. His humbs brushed against my cheeks, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll call

as I watched him grab

called after him, my

turned, his hand

“Be careful,” I said.

curved into a faint, humorless

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

Sebastian. Beaten. Hospitalized.

O

head 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

the blanket around me as if it

much I

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

That woman had always been cold and manipulative, but to do something like this? To

her stepson. He was the product of her husband’s betrayal. The illegitimate son of a mistress.

his soul…

empty room, my voice trembling with anger and

to exile him from the family. No, she had to make sure his life was hell.

to be there with

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

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

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