My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 599:

His voice softened, and he gave her hand a gentle pat. “Stay strong, Carrie. There is still so much to be done. Gracie only had you.”

Carrie drew in a shaky breath, forcing herself to nod. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

After inquiring about the best funeral home in Orkset, she learned that the hospital often worked with high-end services, as its patients were typically affluent or influential.

While arrangements were being made, she followed the nurse to take Gracie to the morgue.

The white sheet draped over Gracie’s still form blurred before Carrie’s eyes. She stood rooted to the spot, her thoughts spiraling. Moments ago, Gracie had been vibrant, smiling, attending her wedding.

Now, the silence of death cloaked her. Was this death? Carrie wondered.

a hospital bed,

edge of the sheet. She hesitated, the

the sheet, Gracie might stir,

into her bones, both a physical chill and an emotional one. She crossed her arms, rubbing

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find Daxton standing behind her. His worried gaze softened as it

cold in here. Gracie will be cold

have to stop. Gracie

head vehemently, stepping back. Her voice cracked, the words spilling out in a torrent of

on him as much as it did on her. “Carrie, you must wake up. Life brings losses, and we have to learn to let go. You are not a child anymore. You must find

glass. “I do not want to say goodbye!” she cried, her voice echoing through the cold, sterile room.

to break free. Now, consumed by her