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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felt like a lifetime. The thought of her being out there, vulnerable, with our kids still missing…it was too much. I felt like I

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

as a wave of helplessness washed over me. I wasn’t used to this…to feeling out of control. For years, I’d prided myself on being able to handle

“Start checking the security footage. Find out if anyone came

left alone.”

replied in unison, moving to carry

My thoughts kept spiraling back to Christiana…. her face, her voice, the way she’d been barely holding it together the

punched the wall beside me, the pain grounding me for a moment. “You better be okay,” I muttered, my voice barely

watchful eye on Christiana ever since Bianca was out of jail and walked free. If Christiana was out there, I’d

phone felt heavy in my hand as I hovered over the call button. My instincts were screaming that something was wrong… terribly wrong. My thumb was just about to press the button when the screen lit up.

is it?” I demanded, my voice

rush, tense and hurried, “we’ve been following her since she left the hotel. There’s

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

body language… it was off. She seemed tense, sir. Very tense. After the call, she drove out alone. We followed her at a distance, as instructed. “And?” I barked,

a secluded spot near an industrial area. Deserted. No lights, no movement. A masked man showed another car and approached

up in

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

voice. “Sir, it looked… consensual. She wasn’t fighting.

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

“The man blindfolded her before putting her in his car. They drove

My vision blurred for a moment as the weight of his words

My mind raced with questions, each one worse than the last. Was she in danger? Was this connected to the kids? Had she been

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just stood there and let this happen?”

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to intervene since she appeared to be cooperating. We didn’t want to

my palm against the wall, trying to steady myself. My head was spinning, my chest heaving with every breath. “You thought,”

and I couldn’t stop it. My

consume me.

I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “This can’t

phone, “Listen to me carefully. I don’t care if it looked consensual or not. You’re calling the

sir,” the

waste, no room for doubt or hesitation. I had to act. I

I muttered to myself as I sprinted