My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 558:

Carrie let out a bitter laugh. “If that’s the case, shouldn’t he be going after you? The shot was so precise, so deliberate—and yet, it hit me. Not in the head. Not in the heart. But in the abdomen.”

Carrie’s words left Kristopher unable to respond. She pushed him away once more.

Unable to respond, he could only tighten his hold on her.

Carrie lowered her head and bit down hard on his wrist again. She sank her teeth into his flesh, breaking the skin. Blood filled her mouth, tasting salty and metallic. But there was no pity in her heart—only one thought echoed relentlessly in her mind. The pain her child must have endured when the bullet struck. It had to have been far worse.

He hadn’t thought twice about hurting her, so why should she feel any sympathy for him?

bit harder, her jaw straining until exhaustion overtook her, forcing her to release him. Blood welled from the deep puncture wounds on his wrist, trickling over

through the silence like ice. “I’m tired. I

stayed fixed on her with a mix of worry and caution. He lingered, as

she repeated flatly,

down to her neck. At once, Carrie recoiled. A violent churning erupted in her stomach, and she dry-heaved, her body folding in on

aloud. Kristopher stepped back, his jaw tightening as the realization sank in. She couldn’t stand his touch anymore. Something in her had snapped, leaving behind

time heal her wounds—both physical and emotional? Perhaps, he thought, if they had another child, things would begin to mend. Yet the thought of her damaged uterus lingered like a dark shadow. If she found out about her reduced chances of conceiving again, how much more shattered

watching as she retreated under the covers. Her movements were quick, panicked, like a small animal fleeing from danger. He sighed, reaching out to gently pull the blanket higher

won’t be going to the office for a while,” he

cold, detached. “You don’t need to babysit me. It’s not like I can