Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 171

Alex’s POV

The clock on my dashboard read 11:47 p.m., but it felt like time ad stopped entirely. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as I glanced at my phone lying on the passenger seat. Chistiana’s name was on the screen, her line still ringing, but there was no answer. It had been the same for the past hour. Ring after ring, and nothing.

“Pick up, damn it,” I muttered under my breath, slamming my palm against the steering wheel. The harsh sound echoed in the car, but it did nothing to calm me down. My chest felt tight, ke f’ couldn’t get enough air in. I’d only left her for a few hours…just a few…to push harder on the leads about the kids. And now, she was gone. No calls. No texts. Nothing.

I rubbed my face with one hand, trying to focus. “Where the hell are you, Christiana?” My voice cracked, and the frustration came boiling over. “You don’t just vanish like this! Not now, not tonight.”

I pushed the accelerator harder, weaving through the near–empty streets as I made my way back to her suite. She couldn’t have gone far. She had to be there. Maybe her phone was on silent. Maybe she’d fallen asleep and didn’t hear the calls. The excuses I kept making for her only fueled my anxiety. Deep down, I knew Christiana wouldn’t just ignore my calls…. especially not with everything going on.

The tires screeched as I pulled into the hotel driveway. The valet tried to approach me, but I waved him off and parked haphazardly by the entrance. I didn’t care if I got a ticket or pissed someone off. I had more important things to deal with.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I stepped out of the car. For a second, I hoped it was her, but no….it was one of the private investigators I’d hired. I ignored it. Right now, finding Christiana was all that mattered.

The elevator ride up to her floor felt like an eternity. I tapped my foot, ran my fingers through my hair, paced in the small space. When the doors finally dinged open, I shot out like a bullet. Two of her bodyguards were stationed outside her suite, standing rigid and professional as always.

“Where’s Christiana?” I demanded as I approached. My voice was sharp, clipped, and I didn’t care if they noticed how shaken I was.

The taller one exchanged a glance with his partner before answering. “Sir, she left about an hour ago.”

My stomach dropped. “What do you mean she left? Where did she go?”

“We’re not sure,” the shorter guard replied, his expression neutral. “She said she needed to step out and that she would call us if she required assistance.”

I stared at them, disbelief and anger warring in my chest. “And you let her go? Without following her? Without asking questions?”

“She insisted, sir. Said it was a private matter.”

I cursed under my breath and turned away, pacing back and forth in the hallway. My hands were shaking, and I clenched them into fists to stop it. “This is unbelievable,” I muttered to myself. “She’s out there, God knows where, in the middle of the damn night, and no one thought to stop her?”

I turned back to the guards, my voice rising. “Did she say anything? Did she seem upset? Was anyone with her?”

The taller guard shook his head. “She was alone, sir. She didn’t give any details.”

“Useless,” I spat, running a hand through my hair again. My mind was racing. Where could she have gone? Why wouldn’t she tell me? My chest tightened as the worst possibilities flashed through my head.

I pulled my phone out again, dialing her number for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no answer. The silence on the other end was deafening. “Damn it, Christiana,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Where are you?”

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a lifetime. The thought of her

I muttered, trying to piece it together “She wouldn’t just leave.

For years, I’d prided myself on being able to handle anything, no matter how chaotic. But this? This was different. This was my family. And I was losing

“Start checking the security footage. Find out if anyone came to see her or if

left alone.”

in unison, moving

to calm the storm inside me. But it was no use. My thoughts kept spiraling back to Christiana…. her face, her voice, the way she’d been barely holding it together the last time

for a moment. “You better be okay,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “You have to be

of the men I had paid to keep a watchful eye on Christiana ever since Bianca

My thumb was just about to

as I swiped to answer. “What is it?” I demanded, my

hurried, “we’ve been following her since

cold chill ran down my spine. “What are you talking

sir. Very tense. After the call, she drove out alone. We followed her at a distance, as instructed. “And?” I barked, already dreading the answer. My grip on the

a secluded spot near an industrial area. Deserted. No lights, no movement. A masked

up in

I growled, pacing the hallway like a caged animal. The man’s words were hitting me like a freight train. “You’re telling me some masked freak just showed up out of nowhere,

guilt in his voice. “Sir,

a fist so tight my knuckles ached. “Willingly?” I repeated, my voice dropping to a

“The man blindfolded her before putting her in his car. They drove off together. We followed at a safe distance and tracked them to what looks like

blurred for a moment as the weight of his words settled on

than the last. Was she in danger? Was this connected to the kids? Had she been threatened? Blackmailed? Why the hell

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thoughts, filled with barely controlled fury. “And you just stood there and let this happen?” I growled, pacing back and forth like a man possessed What the hell

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it was best not to intervene since she appeared

My head was spinning, my chest heaving with every breath. “You thought,” I hissed,

I couldn’t stop it. My heart pounded so hard

consume me.

muttered under my breath, shaking

if it looked consensual or not. You’re calling the police. Now. Give them

the man replied

hesitation. I had to act.

to myself as I sprinted