Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 160

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Chapter 160 

Alex’s POV. 

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and despair, a scent I hated but couldn’t escape. My steps were quick, my mind reeling as I navigated the stark white halls. Room 307. That was where they said Sebastian was. When I pushed the door open, the sight of him hit me like a freight train. 

He lay there, barely recognizable, his face swollen and bruised in shades of purple and red. His right eye was almost shut, and the corner of his mouth was split open. The bandages around his torso told me the damage didn’t stop at his face. 

“Sebastian,” I muttered, my voice tight with anger and worry as I stepped closer. 

He shifted his head slightly, wincing at the effort. “Alex,” he croaked, his voice raw and weak. 

I sat beside him, gripping the edge of his bed. “What the hell happened? Who did this?” My jaw clenched as I fought to keep my tone steady. 

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, as if gathering the strength to speak. “I didn’t… want to wake you or Christiana,” he began. “So I left early. Thought I could clear my head… but as I walked down the street—” 

Sebastian paused, his battered face twisting with pain. 

“Take your time,” I urged, though every fiber of my being screamed for answers. 

He exhaled shakily. “Five men… they came out of nowhere. Before I could react, they were on me. Kicking, punching…” His voice broke, and his good eye filled with tears. “And then… I saw her.” 

I leaned closer, my breath hitching. “Who? Who did you see?” 

“Your mother,” he said, bitterness lacing his words. “She was there, Alex. Sitting in her damn car, watching the whole thing like it was some kind of… show.” 

My heart stopped for a beat. “What?” The word came out sharp, disbelieving. 

Sebastian nodded weakly. “It was her. I know it was. She didn’t even try to hide. When I looked at her, she smirked. Like she was proud.” 

I shot to my feet, pacing the room, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. “That woman!” I snarled, my voice echoing off the sterile walls. 

“Alex…” Sebastian’s weak voice pulled me back. 

I turned to him, my chest heaving. “She’s gone too far this time. She could’ve killed you, Sebastian! For what? Because of something that happened decades ago? Because you’re my father’s son? That’s no excuse!” 

Sebastian tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. “You think I don’t know that? But she doesn’t care. To her, I’m just a mistake… one she wants to erase.” 

I sat back down, my head in my hands. My mother’s face flashed in my mind–her perfectly painted lips, always curved into that cold, calculating smile. I should’ve known she’d do something like this, but seeing Sebastian like this… it was too much. 

“I won’t let her get away with this,” I said, my voice low but filled with boldness. 

Sebastian looked at me, his one good eye filled with a mixture of gratitude and fear. “Be careful, Alex. She’s your mother… but she’s dangerous.” 

I met his gaze, my own eyes burning with rage. “She’s hurt you, Sebastian. She’s hurt the people I care about. And I can’t let 

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that stand.” 

The room fell silent. 

I sat there, my breath heavy, my fists clenching and unclenching on my lap. The words Sebastian had just said were still sinking in, and every second they lingered, the fire in my chest grew hotter. 

“She sat there,” I muttered, shaking my head, almost to myself. “She sat there and watched while you were being beaten?” 

Sebastian nodded, his swollen face taut with pain. “Like it was certaintment,” he rasped. 

I shot to my feet again, pacing the small hospital room like a caged animal. The rage inside me was threatening to boil over, but I couldn’t let it–not here, not now. My mother might have been vindictive, but this… this was a line I never thought she’d cross. 

“I don’t understand,” I said, my voice low, almost a growl. “I knew she hated you because of who your father was, but to have you beaten? What the hell is wrong with her?” 

Sebastian tried to push himself up but winced, collapsing back onto the bed. “She doesn’t just hate me, Alex. She wants me gone. Out of your life. Out of everything. And if this doesn’t convince you, then… nothing will.” 

His words stung more than I wanted to admit. I sank back into the chair beside him, dragging a hand down my face. My mother’s actions were unforgivable, but despite everything, she was still my mother. The woman who raised me, who shaped me into the man I am today. 

But this? 

I looked at Sebastian, his bruised and battered face a painful reminder of her cruelty. “She’s gone too far,” I said, my voice steady but cold. “And I won’t let her keep hurting the people I care about.” 

Sebastian’s swollen eye narrowed slightly. “What are you going to do?” 

I didn’t answer right away. My mind was racing, trying to figure out the next steps. Confronting her would only escalate things, but letting this slide wasn’t an option either. 

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted finally. “But I promise you this, Sebastian–she won’t touch you again. Not while I’m here.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his busted lip. “I appreciate that, Alex. But be careful. She’s still your mother.” 

I scoffed, leaning back in the chair. “Don’t remind me.” 

Sebastian’s expression softened despite the pain etched into his face, “She’s a piece of work, Alex. But she’s still part of you. Just… don’t let her drag you down to her level.” 

I stared at him for a long moment, the weight of his words settling over me. He was right. No matter how angry I was, no matter how much I wanted to confront her, I couldn’t stoop to her tactics. 

But something had to change. 

“I’ll handle this,” I said firmly, standing up and adjusting my jacket. “You focus on getting better. Let me worry about her.” 

Sebastian nodded, but there was doubt in his eyes. I didn’t blame him. 

As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me. 

“Alex.” 

I glanced back. 

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“Thanks. For… being here.“– 

I nodded, my jaw tight. “Always, Sebastian. You’re family.” 

And with that, I walked out of the room, my mind already plotting my next move. My mother had gone too far this time, and I wasn’t going to let it slide. 

I stormed into my mother’s private study, the tension in my chest coiled tight like a spring. She was seated at her polished mahogany desk, perfectly composed, her sharp eyes barely flicking up from the stack of papers she was reviewing. 

“Alex,” she said coolly, not bothering to feign surprise. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

I didn’t bother with niceties. “You crossed a line, Mother,” I said, my voice hard. 

She arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. “Oh? Which one this time?” 

I stepped closer, planting my hands firmly on the desk. “Sebastian. You sent those men after him. Don’t you dare deny it.” Her lips curled into a smirk, one so venomous it made my blood boil. “And if I did? That bastard should’ve never been born. He’s a stain on this family.” 

“Don’t you dare!” I snarled, slamming my fist on the desk. “He’s your husband’s son. My brother. Whether you like it or not, he’s family.” 

She rose gracefully, her expression hardening. “He is not family. He’s a mistake. And don’t forget whose fault that is. Youk father brought this disgrace into our lives, not me.” 

I took a step back, shaking my head in disbelief. “How cruel can you be? Do you hear yourself? Sebastian didn’t choose to be born. He didn’t choose any of this.” 

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Don’t preach to me about cruelty, Alex. That boy’s existence was a betrayal of everything I built with your father. I will not allow him to sully the Alistair name.” 

“And what about what you’re doing?” I shot back. “Sending men to beat him to a pulp? Watching from your car like some twisted spectator? What kind of mother does that?”