Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 168

Christiana’s POV.

I paced the length of the hotel suite, clutching my phone so tightly I thought it might crack. My chest felt heavy, like something was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. My tears wouldn’t stop falling, dripping onto the phone as I dialed number after number. Every call seemed to end the same way…no answers, no leads, no hope.

“Please, God,” I whispered shakily, rubbing my forehead with my free hand. “Please, just let them be safe.

I dialed the police station again, my fingers trembling. The officer on the other end sounded tired, uninterested, like this was just another case in their endless pile of work.

“We’re doing all we can, ma’am,” he said, his tone too calm for my liking.

“That’s not good enough!” I snapped, my voice breaking. “You need to do more! My children are out there….God knows where….and you’re telling me to wait until morning to question Bianca? Are you serious?!”

“We understand your frustration, ma’am, but we can’t act without…”

I hung up before he could finish. I couldn’t take the calm, almost robotic way he spoke. My kids were missing, and I felt like I was the only one losing my mind over it.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. My sobs were silent, but they wracked my entire body. It was too much. The thought of Ethan and Emma somewhere alone, scared, or worse… dead. I couldn’t even finish the thought without feeling like I was going to break apart completely.

The phone buzzed in my hand, and I nearly dropped it. Seeing Alex’s name on the screen brought a wave of relief, but it was quickly swallowed by the weight of everything else. I swiped to answer.

“Alex,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Christiana, have you heard anything?” His voice was strained, almost unrecognizable.

“No,” I choked out. “Nothing. The police… they’re useless. They’re saying they’ll bring Bianca in tomorrow. Tomorrow, Alex! Tomorrow might be too late!”

“I know,” he said, his voice quieter now, like he was trying to keep me calm. “I’ve called in every favor I can think of. People are looking for them, Christiana. We’ll find them.”

His words should have reassured me, but they didn’t. I could hear the worry in his voice, the same fear I was drowning in. “What if-” I couldn’t finish the sentence. My voice cracked, and the tears came harder.

“They’re going to be okay,” Alex interrupted firmly. “We’re going to find them, I swear to you.”

I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “You don’t know that, Alex. You don’t. What if they’re hurt? What if they’re crying right now, calling for me, and I’m not there? I’m their mother! I should have been there! This is my fault!”

“Don’t do that,” he said, his voice hardening. “This isn’t your fault, Christiana. None of this is. Focus on the kids, not blaming yourself.”

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, sniffling. “I can’t even think straight, Alex. I haven’t eaten, I haven’t-”

“Stop,” he said quickly. “Don’t do that to yourself, You need to stay strong for them, okay? They need their mom to hold it together right now.”

I didn’t reply. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy.

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“Christiana, I mean it. Promise me you’ll eat something. Even if it’s just water. You can’t fall apart.”

“I’ll try,” I mumbled, knowing full well I wouldn’t.

call you back,” he said after

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I tossed the phone onto the bed, staring blankly at the wall. The suite was too big, too quiet, too empty. I thought I’d feel safe here, but all it did was remind me

up my phone again and scrolled through my contacts, trying to think

me jump, my heart racing. I rushed to open it, only to find one of the

service, ma’am,” she said with a polite

I said quickly, my voice sharper

explained. “A light meal and some tea. The gentleman you’re staying with requested

Alex.

my stomach churned. I hadn’t eaten all day, but the idea of putting anything in my mouth made me feel

sat down, staring at it. The tea was steaming, the food arranged neatly

eyes again, and I clenched my

to no one. “I promise, Ethan. Emma.

I snatched it up,

“Alex?”

frustration clear in his voice.

I whispered, my voice

going to find them, Christiana.

wiping at the fresh tears on my

in the chair, staring at the untouched food in

felt like an hour, every silence like a scream. I couldn’t do this. I

were out there somewhere, and I was stuck here,

on the table, the vibration rattling the tray of untouched food. My stomach twisted as I grabbed it, hoping for

My heart sank.

moment, then opened

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you want to see them again, come by yourself. Tell anyone, including their

panic shot through me,

typed back quickly, my fingers shaking so badly I could barely hit the

hurt them. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t

came

‘Answer the call.’

even process it, my phone started ringing again. The private number. My

my voice barely above

a deep, gravelly voice said. It sounded like an old man, but something

I begged, tears streaming down my face. My voice cracked as I spoke, desperation spilling

and unforgiving. “You’ll come alone. No police, no father. Just you.

anyone, I swear!” I cried, clutching the phone so tightly it

the

“What if—”

not test me,” the voice growled. “You want your kids,