Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 159

Christiana’s POV.

The morning began with a jolt. | woke up to the sound of Alex’s phone vibrating furiously on the nightstand. The

sunlight had barely started streaming through the heavy curtains, and the stillness of dawn was broken by his

sharp intake of breath as he grabbed the phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was groggy, thick with sleep, but within seconds, his entire demeanor shifted.

“What?” he barked, sitting upright so quickly that the bed dipped under his weight. | blinked, startled, still trying

to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“Alex?” | mumbled, rubbing my eyes. “What's going on?”

He didn’t answer immediately, running a hand through his hair as he swung his legs off the bed. His back was

tense, his shoulders rigid, and | could feel the worry radiating off him.

“Are you sure?” he demanded into the phone, his voice growing louder. “No, stay there. I'll be there soon.” He

ended the call, his jaw clenched so tightly that | could see the muscles ticking.

“Alex, what is it?” | sat up, my heart pounding.

He turned to me, his face pale, his eyes filled with a mixture of fury and disbelief. “It's Sebastian,” he said, his

voice low but trembling with anger.

My stomach dropped. “What happened?”

“He’s in the hospital,” Alex said, his words clipped. “He was beaten. Badly. They said he’s barely conscious.”

“What?” The word cout as a whisper, disbelief washing over me.

“Who would do that?” | asked, my voice shaking.

He stood up abruptly, pacing the room as he ran his hands through his hair again, his frustration pouring out in

every movement. “Who do you think?” His tone was sharp, and then his gaze locked with mine.

“Mother,” he said bitterly. “It has to be her. Who else would stoop this low? She’s been pushing limits for years,

and now... this?”

His accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. | couldn't argue with him. Margaret Alistair wasn’t exactly

known for her compassion.

Alex grabbed a pair of jeans and yanked them on, his movements hurried and almost frantic. His shirt was next,

followed by his shoes, which he struggled to tie with his trembling hands.

“Alex,” | said softly, standing and moving toward him. “I'll cwith you.”

He froze, turning to look at me, his expression softening just a fraction. But his resolve was clear. “No, Christiana.

You're staying here.”

“No.” | insisted. | want to be there.”

“I can’t risk it.” His tone was firm, but there was an underlying gentleness. “I need you here. Safe. You and the

kids.”

| crossed my arms, frustration bubbling inside me. “Alex, this isn’t just about me. Sebastian...he’s...”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. “You think | don’t know? That kid has been through hell, and

now this? |

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need to handle it. But can’t do that if I'm worrying about you, Christiana.”

| bit my lip, my eyes searching his face. His expression was a mix of pain, anger, and determination.

“Fine,” | relented, but my heart felt heavy.

“Thank you,” he said softly, cupping my face with his hands. His humbs brushed against my cheeks, his gaze

lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I'll call you the second | know more.”

I nodded, swallowing hard as | watched him grab his coat and head for the door.

“Alex,” | called after him, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned, his hand on the doorframe.

“Be careful,” | said.

His lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. “Always.”

And then he was gone, leaving the room feeling emptier than it had been moments ago. | sank onto the bed, my

hands trembling as | tried to process everything.

Sebastian. Beaten. Hospitalized.

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| couldn't wrap my head around it. The idea of someone doing this to him, someone sending men after him...it

was too much. And if Madam Margaret was behind it...

| shivered, pulling the blanket aroundas if it could shieldfrom the storm that was brewing.

The stillness of the suite pressed down onlike a weight. My mind was racing, and no matter how much | tried

to ground myself, the shorrifying images kept replaying. Sebastian, battered and broken, lying in a hospital

bed.

| got up and began pacing the room, my chest tightening with every step. This wasn’t just an act of violence. It

was calculated, personal, and cruel. Margaret Alistair had gone too far this time.

The thought of her made my stomach churn. That woman had always been cold and manipulative, but to do

something like this? To orchestrate such a brutal attack on Sebastian...her own stepson?

| stopped pacing, gripping the edge of the table for support. No, Sebastian wasn’t just her stepson. He was the

product of her husband's betrayal. The illegitimate son of a mistress.

The scandal of it all must have eaten away at Margaret for years, but instead of confronting her husband....God

rest his soul... she had focused all her venom on Sebastian. A boy who had no control over the circumstances of

his birth.

“Why, Margaret?” | whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with anger and frustration. “Why can’t you

let it go?”

It wasn’t enough for her to exile him from the family. No, she had to make sure his life was hell. And now this?

This was a new low, even for her.

I sank onto the couch, my hands trembling as | buried my face in them. | hated feeling so powerless. | wanted to

be there with Alex, to see Sebastian for myself, to let him know he wasn’t alone. But Alex was right. Staying here

with the kids was the safest option.

Still, it didn’t stop the guilt from eating away at me. | should have seen this coming. | should have warned Alex

the moment | noticed Margaret's interest in him and Sebastian growing colder.

Tears pricked at my eyes as | thought about Sebastian. He'd always been so reserved, so quiet about his pain.

Even after his

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mother died two months ago, he’d barely let anyone in. And now, after everything he'd been through, this?

| couldn’t imagine the fear and betrayal he must have felt in those moments, surrounded by men sent to destroy

him simply because he existed.

My fists clenched. Margaret might be Alex's mother, but she was monster. This wasn’t just a power play; this was

pure cruelty.

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And now, this bond they had-it was being tested in the worst possible way.

Margaret had always been a thorn in Alex's side, but this? This was war. And | knew Alex wouldn't take this lying

down.

A knock at the bedroom door snappedout of my thoughts. Ethan and Emma peeked in, their sleepy faces

filled with curiosity.

“Mommy, where's Daddy?” Emma asked, her voice small.

“He had to go out for a little bit,” | said, forcing a smile as | knelt down to their level.

“Why?” Ethan asked, his brow furrowing.

“Something happened to Uncle Sebastian,” | admitted gently, stroking his cheek. “Daddy went to check on him.”

Their eyes widened, and I quickly reassured them. “He’s going to be okay. Daddy will make sure of it.”

The weight in my chest didn’t lessen as | ushered them back to bed. My children didn’t need to know the full

extent of what was happening. They deserved their innocence, even if mine was long gone.

But as | returned to the couch and stared out the window at the city below, | couldn’t help but wonder: how much

more damage would Margaret Alistair cause before she was stopped?

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A shiver ran down my spine. Alex was strong, but even he wasn’t untouchable. Margaret had resources, conn

ections, things she wasn’t afraid to wield.

My chest heaved as | clenched the edge of the couch. No. She wouldn't win.