Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 166

Alex’s POV.

I didn’t know how much longer I could watch Christiana fall apart. Her tears were endless, and each sob seemed to tear a little more at my heart. She was beyond herself, and no words I said could bring her back from the brink.

The school was empty now, the silence in the office oppressive. Christiana’s cries echoed in the air, but there was nothing I could do to stop them. The only thing I could do was hold her, try to be the anchor she so desperately needed right now.

“Christiana, we need to go,” I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. “We need to get to the police. We need to report this.”

She shook her head, her hair falling in disarray around her face. “No, Alex. No. I can’t just leave. What if they…what if they’re…” Her voice faltered, and she took a shaky breath. “What if they’re hurt?”

I knew the fear coursing through her veins was something I couldn’t erase. I wanted to say something, anything, to make her believe that everything would be okay, but I couldn’t lie to her. Not about this.

I reached for her hand, pulling her gently toward the door. “We’ll find them, Christiana. But we can’t do anything if we just sit here.”

She didn’t fight me, but I could feel the weight of her despair in every step she took beside me. Her head hung low, her shoulders slumped, her entire body heavy with grief. I had to get her out of this place, away from the walls that seemed to close in on her, because she wasn’t going to make it if she kept spiraling.

When we reached the car, I opened the door for her, helping her into the passenger seat. I could feel the tension building between us, thick and suffocating. She didn’t speak, and I didn’t push her to. The drive to the police station was silent, save for the occasional shuddering breath she took. Her face was a mask of anguish, and I had no idea what she was thinking. But I knew she was already drowning in worry for the kids.

At the police station, the air felt cold and sterile. I could see the officers behind their desks, looking up in surprise as we walked in. Christiana was barely holding herself together, but I couldn’t let her break down in front of them. Not yet.

“I need to file a missing persons report,” I said, my voice unwavering. “Two children. Ethan and Emma Davis Alistair. They were taken from their school.”

The officer behind the counter looked up from the papers in front of him, his expression momentarily confused. “Taken?” He straightened up. “What do you mean, taken?”

“Kidnapped,” I clarified. “Someone took them. A man, a stranger. He came to the school, said he was picking them no one questioned him. No one remembers his name. But my kids are gone.”

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Christiana trembled beside me, and I could feel her anxiety radiating. “You have to find them,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please, they’re just children. They don’t deserve this.

The officer paused for a moment, processing the weight of her words. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. I’ll need all the details you have. The school, descriptions of the children, the man, anything.”

Christiana’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but her words hit like a punch to the gut. “He wasn’t just anyone. He was… he was someone they knew.”

I stiffened, my gaze sharpening. “What do you mean?”

They were happy to see him. They smiled,” she continued, her hands wringing together as she spoke. “It wasn’t like a stranger. They knew him. I just don’t know who he is.”

I could see the frustration and fear building in her. The pieces weren’t adding up, and the uncertainty was killing her. I could

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I had to stay strong. For her. For

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typing now, furiously entering the details into the system, but I could see his face shift when Christiana mentioned the man being familiar. “A man they

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eyes glazed with confusion. “No. No one like that. But…” She paused, her face contorting as if something was clawing at her from the inside. “I can’t shake

who the most likely person was…the one

I muttered under my breath,

“She’s the only one who would do something like this. She’s the only one who’d send

hand tightening around hers. “She’s the

still listening to our conversation, looked at us both carefully, as if weighing his

she’s capable of.” Her voice dropped lower. “She burned down my house, Alex. She had me tortured. She had me kidnapped and nearly

blinked, clearly taken aback by her statement.

but steady. “She’s done this before.

as she fought to keep herself composed, but I could see the raw emotion burning in her eyes. “She got out. She got out of jail after my house burned down. After everything she

lawyer and Madam Margaret Alistair,” I said bitterly, my throat tightening. “That woman walked free. She had a high–powered team behind her, and

unreadable, but I could see his mind working as he processed everything. “I’ll put the name in the system. But we can’t jump to conclusions just yet. You’ll need more than

wanted to tear through the walls. “I don’t need you to arrest her, I need you to find my Please. I don’t care about the

kids.

nodded, taking the details from us and sending them

feel it in my gut. The system wasn’t going to move fast enough. They weren’t going to do what needed to be done. Bianca was out there, and if she was behind this, she wouldn’t stop until

wracked with sobs. I didn’t know how long we’d been at the station, but the weight of everything was starting to suffocate me. All I could think about was the kids…their

now they were somewhere out there, in the hands of someone

she didn’t look at me either. Her gaze was lost in

done yet,” I said firmly. “We won’t

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still streaming down her face. “I just…

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to the car, her trembling body barely leaning into me, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I helped her into the passenger seat, closing the door

away from the car so Christiana wouldn’t hear. “This isn’t

Sebastian’s voice was weak, almost strained. “I called to check on Christiana. She received a phone call and just ran out

a hospital bed, still recovering from the hell my

kids,” I said, my voice tight. “They’ve been taken. Ethan and

him shift uncomfortably, likely trying to sit up. “Gone? What do

them up from school. Pretended to be sent by us. They’re gone, Sebastian. And we think Bianca is

it.”

that witch! I told you she’d come back to haunt you! Alex, how