My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 538:

The officiant then presented the wedding rings—rings that were not the same as those from two years ago. Kristopher had commissioned new ones specifically for this occasion. The centerpiece of the rings was a rare pink diamond, weighing 18.96 carats and valued at 46.2 million dollars—a symbol of their renewed vows and the new chapter they were about to begin.

In a unique gesture, Kristopher had the exceptional diamond divided for daily use. He designed a 10-carat ring for Carrie, featuring a bouquet-style setting that cradled the stone. The remainder of the diamond was crafted into a sleek band for himself, symbolizing their union.

As Kristopher slipped the ring onto Carrie’s finger, a profound sense of fortune overwhelmed him. Marriage, which he had once viewed as mere convention, had transformed into something more—genuine love. With Carrie, he had discovered its true meaning.

The officiant’s voice rang out, saying, “You may now kiss the bride.” Kristopher tenderly cupped Carrie’s face, his gaze lingering on her features, before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

Then—Bang!

a gunshot shattered the moment. Screams erupted as chaos swept through the venue. Guests scrambled to escape while security personnel, previously

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to his knees, cradling her trembling form, his hands smearing

struck like a physical blow as the sticky warmth of her blood coated his skin. Tears unexpectedly streamed down his face as he hoarsely shouted, “Quickly, call an ambulance!” Overwhelmed, he clung to her as though his embrace could will life

lips moved faintly. Weakly, she tried to shield her abdomen, murmuring, “My baby,” before

now a picture of devastation. Expensive wines, dishes, and floral arrangements lay in ruins on the ground. Pale roses, once pristine, were crushed under dirty footprints, and ribbons were tangled in the debris. The air

raw, untamed wilderness that was neither groomed nor safe. The forest, with its towering trees and thick undergrowth, had been marked with signs to deter guests from wandering in. Now, it served as an all-too-effective escape route. However, the chances of

tactics to follow the shooter, while the remaining security focused on evacuating the