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.

in a hospital bed, the

the edge of the sheet. She hesitated, the fragile hope of a miracle blooming

lift the sheet, Gracie might stir, might wake, might prove this all

physical chill and an emotional one. She crossed her arms, rubbing them for warmth, when

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find Daxton standing behind her.

voice trembling, “it is so cold in here. Gracie will

but firm. “Carrie, you have to stop. Gracie is not cold anymore. She is… not here. She has moved

in a torrent of denial. “She is right here with me. She is lying here, Daxton. She has not gone

as much as it did on her. “Carrie, you must wake up. Life brings

she cried, her voice echoing through the cold, sterile room. When his grip did not loosen, she acted on impulse, lowering her head and sinking her teeth

break free. Now, consumed by her anguish, she acted without thought. Daxton winced but refused to let go, his arms tightening around her as if