Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 120

Christiana’s POV.

The buzzing of the salon was a soft hum aroundas the stylis gently applied the dye to the tips of my hair. |

was sitting back, sipping a cold iced tea, in the middle of a lighthearted conversation with Grace about the latest

fashion trends, when my phone vibrated on the counter beside me. | glanced at the screen, my heart skipping a

beat when | saw Alex’s name.

“Hello?” | answered, pressing the phone to my ear, a smile still lingering on my lips.

“Christiana,” cAlex’s voice, calm but with an edge | knew too well, that controlled tone he used when he

was holding something back.

| straightened immediately, my heartbeat quickening. “Alex? What's wrong?” My voice was barely a whisper, but

already, | could feel the panic creeping up.

There was a pause, a breath, and then he said, “It's Ethan. He has a ruptured appendix. He'll be in surgery in no

time.”

The world stopped. | couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think. “What?” My voice cout strangled,

barely a whisper. “A.... ruptured...?” | couldn't even finish, my mind racing with images of Ethan, his little face

pale and twisted in pain. My baby boy.

“He’s going to be okay, Christiana,” Alex’s voice tried to reassure, but it sounded far away, muffled by the

roaring in my ears. “Just get here as soon as you can.”

“yes, yes, I'm coming. Right now,” | stammered, my voice shaking as | hung up, barely able to register the

stylist’s confused look as | jumped out of the chair, hair dye still in place. The cape around my shoulders flapped

as | ran, dropping everything, my iced tea spilling as | darted through the salon toward the exit.

“Ma’am, wait! Your things!” Grace called after me, her footsteps quick behind as she gathered my purse, my

shopping bags, everything I'd left in my wake. But | couldn’t stop, couldn't even slow down. Every thought, every

instinct was focused on getting to my son.

My heart pounded wildly, my breath coming in short gasps as | burst through the door and into the street,

searching for the car. My driver was standing by the door, his eyes widening as he sawrunning toward him.

“To the hospital!” | cried, barely giving him a chance to process what was happening as | all but threw myself

into the backseat. “Now!”

“Yes, ma'am,” he replied quickly, his calm professionalism kicking in as he jumped into the driver's seat, the car

roaring to life. But every second felt like a lifetime, like the clock was mockingas we sat there, still, waiting

to break free from traffic. Every inch of my skin was burning, my hands trembling as | gripped the edge of my

seat, my mind racing in a thousand different directions, all of them ending with Ethan.

Grace scrambled in beside me, her face was of worry and confusion as she placed her hand on my arm, trying to

steady me. “Ma’am, breathe. What's going on?”

“It's Ethan,” | choked out, barely able to say his name. “He's in the hospital. Surgery... ruptured appendix.” The

words were spilling out, broken, barely making sense as my voice cracked, and | saw her expression soften, a

hand covering her mouth as she took it in.

“Oh, my god,” she whispered, her own eyes misting over. She squeezed my arm, trying to keepsteady, but |

was already somewhere else, back in that hospital, imagining every possible horror.

All I could see was his face, his little smile, and the idea of him in pain, of him lying in a cold hospital bed while

doctors worked to save him, toreapart from the inside.

As soon as | stepped into the hospital, the sharp, sterile smell hit me, making everything feel ten times more

real, more

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unbearable. | stumbled forward, my legs trembling as my eyes scanned the crowded hallway, frantically looking

for them. And then | saw them...Alex and Emma, standing by the wall just outside a set of double doors.

Emma was clutching her stuffed rabbit, her small face tear-streaked and red as shed up at me,

her eyes swollen from crying. Beside her, Alex’s face was pale, but his expression was selid, firm, as he took a

step forward and reached out for me. The moment our eyes met, | felt my knees buckle. The weight of

everything crashed down onat once.

“Christiana,” he called out softly, crossing the distance in two quick strides and steadyingwith his hands on

my shoulders. His voice was calm but firm, a steady anchor in the middle of the storm raging inside me. “He's

going to be okay. You hear me? He’s going to be okay.”

| tried to respond, but the words caught in my throat, only coming out as a broken sob. | was breathing hard, my

chest tight, feeling as if my heart might give out from the sheer panic clawing its way up inside me. “Alex, 1-1

can’t...he’s just a little boy,” | managed to stammer, feeling the sting of tears welling up in my eyes.

“Breathe, Christiana,” Alex said, his voice soft yet commanding. He placed a hand on the small of my back, his

touch grounding me. “You have to stay calm for him, alright?”

| nodded, desperately trying to steady my breath, though every exhale felt like a struggle, like my body couldn't

comprehend anything beyond the thought of my son-my little boy, in a hospital bed, awaiting surgery. Ethan and

Emma had gotten sick before, had their share of scrapes and falls. But this...a ruptured appendix? My mind

couldn't wrap around it. | felt like | was spinning, spiraling.

“Cwith me,” Alex whispered, guidingdown the hall. He ledto a window, looking into a room where

Ethan lay on a narrow hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses moving around him. His face was pale, his

tiny body curled slightly, clutching his stomach, his forehead glistening with sweat. He was so small, so helpless,

and seeing him like that shattered something deep inside me.

“Oh, God,” | breathed, my hand flying to my mouth as my knees almost gave out again. “Oh, my baby.” | felt hot

tears spill down my cheeks, blurring my vision. | was shaking all over, barely able to stand. Alex's arm was

around me, his grip firm and steady, but even that couldn't stop the panic ripping through me.

“Christiana, listen to me,” Alex said, his voice low and reassuring as he heldclose. He wiped a tear from my

cheek, his face inches from mine. “I know it's hard, but he’s in good hands. They're doing everything they can.

We have to be strong for him. He needs us to be strong.”

| nodded weakly, though the tears kept coming. | could feel myself falling apart, losing all control. “I just...| just

can’t stand seeing him in pain, Alex. He’s...he’s just so little.”

Alex squeezed my shoulders, his gaze steady. “He’s going to pull through this,” he said, his voice filled with a

confidence | desperately wanted to believe. “He's strong, just like his mom.”

Just then, a doctor approached us, and | turned, barely able to breathe as he began to speak.

“Mr. and Mrs. Alistair” he said, his tone gentle but clinical. “We're preparing Ethan for surgery. The appendix has

ruptured, and it's crucial we operate within the next few hours to prevent any further infection.”

The words hitlike a punch to the stomach, leavinggasping, struggling to process. Surgery. my Ethan...

“Thank you, doctor,” Alex replied, giving a nod. His grip on my hand was tight, grounding, as he tried to reassure