Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 179

Alex’s POV.

The cool night air bit at my face as I helped Sebastian out of the car. He moved slowly, a hand pressed tightly to his side like he was afraid something might snap loose. His face was pale under the dim porch light, jaw tight with the kind of pain that would make most men crumble. But Sebastian? He still managed to glare at me like I’d offended his pride just by being there.

“I don’t need your help, Alex,” he said, his voice hoarse but sharp

“Sure, you don’t,” I replied dryly, keeping a firm grip on his elbow. “You looked real steady when you nearly face–planted getting out of the car.”

He scowled, a faint flush creeping up his bruised face. “I can walk.”

“Great. Then do it,” I said, not letting go until we reached the front door of the house I’d given him. It wasn’t nearly as grand as my mansion, but it was good enough to make a point.

I unlocked the door and flipped the lights on, guiding him inside. “Welcome home,” I muttered, steering him toward the couch.

Sebastian grunted as he eased onto the cushions, every movement stiff and deliberate. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I did,” I said, stepping back and crossing my arms. “You can fight me about it later when you’re not held together with duct tape and determination.”

His lips twitched, but the half–smile was more a wince. “Don’t hold your breath.”

I studied him for a moment, my gaze lingering on the swelling around his cheekbone and the cuts that hadn’t fully healed. Every bruise was a reminder of what my mother’s men had done, of how far she’d gone to make a point. My stomach churned just thinking about it.

“How’s the side?” I asked, nodding toward the ribs he was guarding.

by a freight train,” he said, leaning back gingerly. “But hey, at least

you think you are,” I said, shaking my

not as intimidating as you think you are,” he shot back, one corner of his mouth quirking up.

running a hand through

what’s this about?

my chest. He already knew about the kidnapping, but there was more to it…more that he needed to

Brooks,” I started, my voice low. “The bastard didn’t just take my kids. He drugged them. Pulled them

trailed off, the memory slicing

clenching into a fist on his lap.

got there,” I said, my jaw tightening, “I found Christiana standing there… in her underwear. Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her face. She looked broken. And that despicable

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with venom. “Son

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boiling over. “And neither was I. That’s the problem, Sebastian. I wasn’t there to protect them. I wasn’t there

leaned forward slightly, wincing but

coldly. “But that’s

slowly, his face unreadable. “It’ll never be enough, Alex. Men like him… they don’t

fists, the anger simmering just beneath

change what happened. You can’t undo it. But you can

looked at him, surprised by the sudden

used to feeling powerless, are

I admitted, the word bitter