My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 328

Chapter 328: Your life is in my hand.

Chapter 328: Your life is in my hand.

Ava’s mind reeled, replaying the kidnapper’s chilling words over and over.

She immediately checked the messages she had just received and found the address.

There it was-a location pinned far from the city, into the suburbs.

Ava pressed her lips into a thin line, her thoughts racing in every direction.

The kidnappers had been clear: no police, no backup.

But going there alone?

That was like walking straight into a trap.

Her hand instinctively moved to her belly.

Could she really risk her unborn child?

The mere thought chilled her to the bone.

In her past life, she had lost her child.

But this time, she had sworn to protect her baby at all costs.

“What should I do?” She raced her mind.

Calling the cops was out of the question.

Any wrong move could push the kidnappers into something drastic.

And she couldn’t bear the thought of her father suffering because of a mistake.

Only one name came up to her mind €“ Dylan.

He would certainly find a way.

But the thought of involving him made her stomach twist with anxiety.

“He hasn’t recovered fully,” she mumbled, tears blurring her vision.

Dylan was still healing, his strength had not yet returned.

If he got hurt because of this-how would she ever forgive herself?

Her gaze fell back to the phone, the screen still glowing with the kidnappers’ message.

Time was ticking away.

She had to do something.

While she was struggling to figure out what to do, Dylan entered the house.

He had come home early to surprise Ava.

“I am home.” His voice echoed through the hall, reaching her ears.

Ava sprang to her feet and bolted out of the study.

“Dylan,” she cried and ran toward him.

Dylan’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Slow down,” he called, wheeling toward her.

His heart sank the moment he saw the panic in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?

Why are you crying?” Ava dropped to her knees, clasping his hands desperately.

“Papa€¦” she choked out, struggling to speak past the lump in her throat.

“Papa is in trouble.

Someone kidnapped him.” “Kidnapped?” His brows furrowed, his mind struggling to catch up with the gravity of her words.

Ava wiped her tears hastily as she forced herself to speak clearly.

“I got a call from the kidnapper just now.

They sent pictures-Papa tied up, blindfolded, gagged.

They’re demanding ten million.

And they€¦ they want me to go there alone.” “No, you are not going anywhere,” he discarded the idea without hesitation.

“But Papa is€¦” She trailed off, her voice breaking into sobs.

“Please save him.” “Nothing will happen to him.

I’ll bring him back safely.

Trust me.” Dylan squeezed her trembling hands reassuringly.

Ava shook her head, her grip around his hands tightening.

“You can’t go there.

You’re still recovering.

What if something happens to you?

I can’t let you take that risk.” “Relax, Ava€¦” He cupped her face.

“First, tell me everything.

Every detail.

Where did they tell you to go?” Ava blinked through her tears, nodding quickly as she fumbled for her phone.

“He asked me to come to this address,” she said, pointing at the location pinned in the chat.

Dylan took the phone, his brows knitting as he studied the messages carefully.

His features tightened, but when he finally spoke, his tone was calm and steady.

“Go to the room and rest.

Your papa will be back before you know it.” Rest?

How could she possibly rest when her father’s life was hanging by a thread?

“What’s your plan?

I want to be with you.

I can’t just sit here while you go out there alone.” Dylan had already risked everything for her before.

He was still in the wheelchair €“ yet to be recovered fully.

And now this crisis.

There was no way she would let him take the risk.

“Ava, I can handle this.

Give me a few hours, and your father will be home safe and sound.

Can you trust me?” “I trust you, but I am worried,” Ava whimpered.

“If you trust me, then listen to me.” His thumb brushed away the fresh tears streaking her cheeks.

“Stay calm €“ for the sake of our baby.

Stress isn’t good for you or the little one.

I’ll bring your papa home.

I promise.” Ava clutched his hand, hanging her head down and sobbing quietly.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“I know,” Dylan murmured, gently tilting her chin up until their eyes met.

“I’m scared too.

But I have a plan.

I have a reliable team-people I trust.

They’ll handle this, and they’ll bring him back safely.

Trust me.” His reassuring words slowly eased the suffocating panic in her chest.

“Okay,” she finally nodded.

“I’ll wait here.

Just€¦ promise me you won’t get hurt.” “I promise.” He leaned down and kissed her brow.

“Wait for me.” With that, he turned and wheeled himself toward the door, already dialing a number.

Ava sank into the sofa, worry and fear gripping her heart.

~~~~~~~~~~ Thomas strained against the rough ropes binding his wrists, his skin raw from the constant friction.

He twisted and pulled, muscles burning with effort, but the knots held firm, no matter how hard he struggled.

He groaned in frustration.

And then he heard harsh footsteps approaching.

Without warning, the blindfold was yanked off, and the gag was pulled from his mouth.

Thomas gasped, blinking rapidly as light flooded his eyes.

His blurred vision slowly sharpened, revealing a figure seated casually on a chair in front of him.

It was Lydia.

“You?” His eyes narrowed, fury igniting in his chest.

“You are the one who kidnapped me.” He had just returned from the supermarket, juggling a few bags while unlocking the front door.

That was when someone struck him from behind.

A sharp, blinding pain shot through his skull, and the world spun before fading into darkness.

When he finally regained consciousness, he found himself tied, blindfolded, and gagged.

Now the truth settled in like a bitter taste on his tongue.

Lydia had orchestrated this.

“Aren’t you done with your vengeance?” Thomas barked.

“Look where your bitterness has brought you!

You’re already drowning in the mess you created, and yet you still haven’t learned your lesson.

Kidnapping me?

Do you really think this will end well for you?

You’re only digging your own grave.” “Shut up,” Lydia roared, silencing him.

“Your life is in my hands.

Whether you walk out of here alive or leave in a body bag depends entirely on my mood.

So, if you value your pathetic life, I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”