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?

into his wrist. His unflinching expression only deepened her frustration. She 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

voice cutting through the silence like ice. “I’m tired. I want to

mix of worry and caution. He lingered, as if

want to sleep,” she repeated flatly, her

his lips down to her neck. At once, Carrie recoiled. A violent churning erupted in her stomach, and she dry-heaved, her body folding in on itself. Nothing came up—there was nothing left to expel—but the sound of

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 only this visceral, uncontainable revulsion. He couldn’t make

of her injuries? Would 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

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

to the office for a while,” he murmured.

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