My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 568:

Kristopher ignored her protests, his hand reaching between her legs. Her anger and humiliation burned fiercely, but her body betrayed her, responding to the heat of his touch despite her mind’s objections. He kicked the door shut, carried her to the sofa, and laid her down gently. Yet there was an urgency in his actions, a frantic kind of devotion. “I don’t care if we have children or not,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you, Carrie. Just you. Nothing else matters.”

He had never told her he loved her except in front of others. The first time he said it was during a family gathering. With one hand still restraining her, he unbuttoned his pants with the other. Carrie’s body tensed as he thrust into her, his face buried in her neck, his lips tracing gentle kisses along her collarbones. His mouth moved downward, the thin fabric of her nightgown barely separating his lips from her skin.

Carrie’s body trembled, a physiological response she couldn’t control. But her mind recoiled in shame. Even in anger, she had never been able to resist making love with Kristopher. Tonight, however, felt like torture—a battle between her mind and her body’s betrayal, leaving her feeling almost violated. Kristopher was lost in his desire, moving with a fervent desperation, as though this was the only way he knew to prove his love. He had never been so afraid of losing someone.

He had never been this anxious—not even when Carrie had threatened him with divorce. He was desperate to prove his love, to show he didn’t care whether she could have children or not. He simply loved her, simply wanted her.

final thrust, Kristopher stopped, pulling her into his arms, inhaling the scent of

rigid, her skin cold to the touch. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she murmured, “Kristopher, is making love the only

explain himself—not because he lacked words, but because

love was a transaction, a responsibility to fulfill. He had showered Carrie with jewelry, luxury handbags, and endless financial support, thinking that

was enough to bridge the gap between them. For a time, it felt like two broken hearts finding solace in each other. But eventually, he realized that what he

Kristopher, her inability to conceive was no failing of hers. He had

a woman’s responsibility. He thought that if