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.

train,” he said, leaning back gingerly. “But

think you are,”

not as intimidating as you think you are,” he shot back, one corner of

sighed, running a hand through my

said, his gaze sharpening. “So, what’s this about? You’re not here just to play

weight of what I needed to say settling heavily on my chest. He

my kids. He drugged them. Pulled them right out of

off, the memory slicing through me

clenching into a fist on his lap.

I said, my jaw tightening, “I found Christiana standing there… in her underwear. Her eyes were red, tears

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breath, his voice laced with venom. “Son of a bitch. If

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I. That’s the problem, Sebastian. I wasn’t there to protect them. I wasn’t there

wincing but undeterred.

coldly. “But that’s not

nodded slowly, his face unreadable. “It’ll never be

the anger simmering just beneath the

You

at him, surprised by the sudden intensity in his

powerless, are you?” he said, his voice

admitted, the word bitter