My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 567:

The elderly doctor hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. He glanced helplessly at Kristopher, who stepped forward and gently placed his hand over Carrie’s wrist.

“Carrie, let him go,” Kristopher said softly. “He’s old enough to be your grandfather, and he’s been working late into the night to help you.”

“Don’t treat him like this.”

Kristopher’s voice was calm, almost pleading. “Be good. Let them go. I promise I’ll tell you everything. I won’t hold anything back.”

The weight of his words lingered.

side, and she murmured, “I’m

a sympathetic smile. “Mrs. Norris, I understand how difficult this is for you.”

the quiet rustle of

and swollen. The sight of the imperfection on his once-perfect wrist sent a pang of guilt through her chest. She quickly looked away, her voice trembling. “Tell me the truth.” Fate

hitched as the weight of

broke the silence—not with words, but with action. He stepped forward, cupped her face

a suffocating weight. She barely registered Kristopher’s movements until his lips, soft and cautious, brushed against her face. He kissed her tears as they fell, tracing a path down her cheeks to her

reverent. “Carrie,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “It’s going to be okay. I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to heal you. With all the advances in medicine, there’s hope. And even if

her pain. She pushed him away instinctively, the sudden force sending him off balance.

perfect little love story that killed our child. You and your blind devotion to Lise! Who told you I didn’t want a child? I did! I loved him. I had already bought clothes for

raw anguish in her words pierced through Kristopher, and for a fleeting moment, he looked stricken. Then, as if consumed by something primal, he surged forward, wrapping her in his arms. His kisses were no longer gentle but urgent and unrestrained, as if trying to express all the emotions he couldn’t put into