Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 178

Christiana’s POV

It was well past II PM, and Alex still hadn’t returned. The mansion felt too large, too quiet. The occasional creak of the old walls or the muffled footsteps of the bodyguards in the hallways did little to soothe my nerves. I told myself he was probably busy, handling things I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Still, the absence of his presence added to the unease gnawing at me.

Ethan and Emma were finally asleep, their little bodies curled under the soft blankets in the room that had quickly become theirs. I sat in the armchair by the window, the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains.

I tried to convince myself that everything was fine, that we were safe. Alex’s mansion was protected, and the guards he trusted were standing at every possible entry point. But no amount of security could erase the memories of what had happened…or the fear that it could happen again.

My mind drifted back to earlier in the night, when Emma had asked if we could live here forever. It wasn’t just the allure of the grandeur or the safety; it was the way Alex’s home felt. Despite the luxury, there was a strange warmth to it, a sense that no matter what lurked beyond its walls, we were protected here.

But protection wasn’t a guarantee.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, each passing second stretching the night further. My gaze moved toward the door, half expecting Alex to walk in. Maybe he’d give me one of his pointed looks and tell me I needed to sleep, that worrying wouldn’t help.

But he didn’t come.

I leaned my head back against the chair, closing my eyes briefly. My body ached with exhaustion, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan and Emma trapped in that dark room. I saw Daniel’s cruel smirk, his voice mocking me as he dared me to trade my dignity for their lives.

My fists clenched.

couldn’t let my guard down. Not even for

thoughts. I opened my eyes to see Ethan stirring in his bed, his little face scrunching as he turned

groggily, his voice was

I said, standing and moving

eyes fluttered open, and he reached for me. “Why are you still awake?” he asked, his

an eye on you and

frowned, his tiny brows knitting

smile. “Mommies don’t

deepened.

her soft voice

baby,” I said, turning to her as she sat up, clutching her stuffed rabbit.

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her bare feet making soft taps on the hardwood floor. “Are you sad,

into my lap, kissing her forehead. “No, sweetheart.