Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 48

Christiana POV.

My thoughts were spinning as I lay on the hospital bed, the sterile scent of disinfectant filling the room. The bandages on my ankle were tight, a constant reminder of how close we had come to losing everything. The kids were safe, thank God. They were at the hotel now, being looked after by their nanny and the bodyguards. But I couldn’t rest. Not with so much at stake.

The phone buzzed in my hand as I made call after call, trying to piece together what had happened. The authorities were involved, of course—this wasn’t just some freak accident. It was arson, a deliberate attempt to kill us. But who would go so far?

My mind kept circling back to Mrs. Margaret Alistair. It seemed too obvious, and yet, the woman had always been a thorn in my side. She despised me, yes, but would she really go as far as to kill her own grandchildren? It didn’t make sense. The thought was insane, but the world I lived in was full of insanity.

“Christiana, you need to rest,” Daniel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He was sitting in the chair beside me, his face etched with concern. He’d been here since the moment I was brought in, refusing to leave. Every time I tried to convince him I was fine, that he didn’t need to stay, he’d shake his head and brush me off.

“Daniel, you really don’t have to worry about me,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered. I was tired, and my mind was a filled with thoughts that I could barely keep track of.

His eyes softened, but there was a determination behind them that I recognized all too well. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Not after what happened. You and the kids need someone by your side right now.”

I sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “You’ve already done so much. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” he insisted. “You never could be.” His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face, and I felt a pang of guilt. I shouldn’t have been relying on him like this, letting him care for me when my mind was still tangled with thoughts of Alex.

As if on cue, my thoughts flickered back to the scene at the diner some days ago, to Alex’s face twisted with jealousy and rage. For a moment, I wondered if he could be behind this, but I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. No matter what had happened between us, Alex would never put the children in danger.

The door to the room creaked open, and I looked up to see Daniel’s grandmother walking in. Her elegant presence filled the room as she approached the bed, concern lining her aged face.

“Christiana, darling,” she said softly, taking my hand in hers. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m... managing,” I replied, trying to muster a smile. It was comforting to see her, but I could see the worry in her eyes, and it made it hard to pretend that everything was okay.

“You’ve been through so much, dear,” she said, squeezing my hand. “But you’re strong. You’ll get through this, and we’ll make sure whoever did this pays.”

Daniel moved closer, standing beside his grandmother as he looked down at me. “We’re not letting anything happen to you or the kids,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll make sure of it.”

I glanced between the two of them, their support both comforting and overwhelming. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Thank you,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His grandmother patted my hand before letting go. “Rest now, Christiana. We’ll handle everything.”

As she left the room, Daniel remained by my side, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts. But even with his comfort, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were spiraling out of control. The fact that someone had tried to kill us was a dark cloud that I couldn’t ignore, and the suspicion that it might be Alex’s mother only made it worse.

Could Mrs. Margaret Alistair really be behind this? The woman had always been cold, calculating, and ruthless. But to go so far as to endanger her own grandchildren... it was madness. And yet, who else would have the motive and the means to pull off something like this?

“Christiana,” Daniel’s voice broke through my thoughts again, “we’ll figure this out. I promise.”