Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 180 Christiana's POV.

The couch wasn't comfortable. My neck ached, and my legs were stiff as I blinked awake, groaning softly. My body felt like it had been glued to the cushions. Every muscle protested as I shifted, trying to sit up. My hand automatically went to rub my neck, which felt like I had slept in the wrong position for years.

The clock on the wall caught my eye-7:12 a.m. The sun was already up, streaming through the curtains I hadn't bothered to close last night. A twinge of guilt hit ine. I had promised myself keep an eye on the kids, but exhaustion had won.

My first thought was the kids. I sat up straighter, scanning the room with bleary eyes.

"Ethan? Emma?" My voice sounded raspy and dry, almost foreign to my own cars. I cleared my throat and called again. "Ethan? Emma?" My heart skipped a beat as I realized the blankets I had spread over them last night were gone. The cushions were bare, with no trace of the little bodies that had been curled up there. I stood up quickly, ignoring the ache in my legs. Maybe they went to their room? That had to be it.

I hurried down the hallway, my steps quicker than they should have been. My pulse raced as I pushed open their door, half expecting to see their sleepy faces. Empty beds greetedinstead. The sheets were still tucked neatly, untouched since I made them yesterday. Toys were scattered on the floor, but they looked like they hadn't been played with.

"Emma? Ethan?" My voice got louder, tinged with panic now.

Where could they have gone? My chest tightened as I turned around, my eyes scanning every corner. I moved faster, checking the bathrooms, the playroom, even the hallway near the servants' quarters. Nothing. No giggles, no footsteps, no sign of them.

My mind spiraled into worst-case scenarios. What if they had wandered outside? What if someone had- That was when I heard it-the sound of laughter. Soft and sweet like a burst of sunshine on a cloudy day.

I froze, straining to hear it again. It was faint but unmistakable, coming from the direction of the dining room. Relief mixed with confusion as I followed the sound, my heart pounding in my chest.

I ran, my slippers sliding slightly on the floor as I turned the corner and skidded to a stop at the doorway. Ethan and Emma were sitting at the dining table, giggling with forks in hand. Plates of pancakes were in front of them, topped with syrup, fruit, and whipped cream. It looked like a breakfast spread straight out of a magazine. And there, standing by the stove in his white shirt sleeves, flipping another pancake with practiced ease, was Alex.

I froze, staring at the scene. Relief hitso hard I almost stumbled.

"Mommy!" Emma's voice broke my trance. She waved her fork in the air, syrup dripping dangerously close to her lap.

Ethan turned to look attoo, grinning like he'd just discovered the best secret in the world. "Mom, Alex is making pancakes! They're so good!" -Alex turned his head, calm as ever, like this was the most normal thing in the world. "Morning," he said, as though he hadn't just giventhe fright of my life.

Morning? That was it? He wasn't even going to explain himself? I stepped into the room, still staring at the scene like I couldn't quite believe it. "What's going on?" 174 Chapter 180 "Breakfast, Alex replied, flipping the pancake with an easy flick of his wrist.

Emma grinned at me. "Daddy made us wash our hands first!" "And he said no pancakes until we said please," Ethan added, stuffing a bite into his mouth.

Alex glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "They're surprisingly good at manners when pancakes are involved." 1 folded my arms, trying to hold onto my frustration, but it waslipping through my fingers. "I thought you weren't hlast night. I waited for you." "I got back late," he said, setting the pan down and grabbing a plate. "You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you." "You could've said something," I said, my voice softer now.

He handed the plate to Ethan, who cheered like he'd just won a prize. "I figured you could use the rest," Alex said, his tone casual but his eyes steady on mine. "And I wanted to take care of this." I looked at the kids, happily devouring their pancakes, then back at him. I didn't know what to say.

"You should eat," he added, motioning to the table.

I sat down slowly, my body still tense but my heart starting to calm. I watched as he moved around the kitchen like he did this every day. Ethan was asking for more syrup, and Emma wanted strawberries. Alex handled it all, calm and collected.

For a moment, it felt...normal.

"Mommy, try this!" Emma pushed her plate toward me, her smile so bright it made my chest ache.

I took a bite, nodding. "It's good." Alex smirked, leaning against the counter. “Told you." The kids laughed, their chatter filling the room. I looked at them at Alex, at the pancakes. Everything seemed fine, but my mind couldn't stop replaying the past few days.

After breakfast, I stepped out into the hallway, needing a moment. Alex followed, leaning against the wall. "You're quiet," he said.

I glanced at him. "I was scared this morning. When I couldn't find them." "They were never alone,” he said, his voice steady. "Not for a second." "I know," I whispered. "But it's hard to turn that off, you know? The fear." He nodded, looking down for a second. "It doesn't go away. You just learn to live with it." I swallowed, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. "Thank you. For this. For lettingsleep." He shrugged like it was nothing, but his eyes toldit wasn't. "You've been doing everything. Figured it was my turn." For a moment, we stood there, the sounds of the kids laughing in the dining room behind us.

"Christiana," he said finally, his tone softer than usual.

"Yeah?" "You're doing great." 2/4 Chapter 150 see The words hitharder the I expected. I looked at him, the ran who rarely let his grand down, and the dicerity in hk my استیل Thanks. My voice ow when Ilm this win He nodded, pushing off the wall. "Con. The kids are probably planting something" I followed him back into the dining room, where Ethan and Emina were alrealy trying to stack pancakes as high as they could For the first tin days, I smiled.

The dining room was warm with the sound of children's laughter forks clinking against plates, and syrup sticky fingers being wiped on napkins. Alex was stacking plates in the kitchen while I sipped my coffee, finally feeling a small semblance of peace settle over me.

And then, the knock came.

It was firm, sharp, and sudden, cutting through the easy morning like a knife. My head snapped toward the door, my heart immediately racing.

Alex paused mid-motion, glancing atbefore placing the plates down and wiping his hands. He didn't say anything, but we both knew who it could be.

I stood up slowly, every instinct tellingthis wasn't going to be good.

The door creaked open, and there she was.....Madam Margret Alistair.

She stepped in without waiting for an invitation, her presence powerful in the space like it always did. Dressed neatly in a navy coat and heels that clicked against the floor with every step, she didn't even bother removing her gloves.

Her eyes scanned the room, sharp and assessing. They landed on Alex first, then the kids, and finally me. The dining room fell silent. Ethan's fork hovered mid-air, a piece of pancake precariously balanced on it. Emma stared, her big eyes darting fromto Alex, unsure of what was happening.

I braced myself. Alex's mother wasn't one for subtlety, and I knew exactly what was coming. She was going to blme for everything...for the kidnapping, for the fear, for the chaos that had disrupted her family's perfect image.

Her gaze remained onfor a moment longer, and I felt my stomach twist. It was obvious she knew. Someone must have told her about the kidnapping, about the danger her grandchildren had faced. The tension was suffocating, and I prepared for the onslaught. But then something unexpected happened.

She moved pastwithout a word. Straight toward Ethan and Emma.

The kids shrank back slightly, unsure of what to expect. But Margret's face softened.....softened in a way I had never seen before.

She dropped to her knees in front of them, her gloved hands trembling as she reached out to touchEthan'cheek. I'm so sony," she said, her voice cracking just enough to show the emotion she was trying to hold back. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry for what you've been through." Emma's lips quivered, and she glanced at Ethan, who gave a hesitant nod before leaning into Margret's touch.

Margret pulled both of them into her arms, her embrace firm but gentle. "You're safe now," she whispered, her eyes closing as she held them tightly. "Grandma's here now. I should have been there for you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," 3/4 Chapter 180 I stood frozen, watching this unfold. This wasn't the woman I had been expecting. This wasn't the cold, calculating Margret Alistair who always had a sharp word or a disapproving glance ready for me.

She didn't even look ator Alex. Her entire focus was on the kids, as though nothing else in the world mattered.

Ethan's small arms slowly wrapped around her neck, and Emma buried her face in her shoulder. My heart ached at the sight.

I glanced at Alex, who stood silently near the counter, his face unreadable. He didn't move, didn't speak. Neither did L For once, I felt relief....not because Margret hadn't hurled accusations at me, but because, for the first time, she was showing the kids something they desperately needed: love.

She stayed there, kneeling on the floor with the kids wrapped in her arms, murmuring soft apologies. And I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

Maybe, just maybe, this morning wouldn't end in disaster.

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