My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 630:

“Think whatever helps you sleep at night,” Reece replied evenly, though the edge in his voice betrayed his irritation. Turning on his heel, he made to leave, determined to end the exchange before it spiraled further into pointless venom.

Kristopher stepped forward, blocking his path. “She’ll always be my wife,” he said coldly. “We’ll reconcile sooner or later. She belongs with me.”

Reece’s restraint shattered in an instant. His fist connected with Kristopher’s jaw with a resounding crack, his voice a snarl of fury. “You jerk! Who are you fooling with this act of devotion? You call her your wife—what a joke. Did you ever take care of her? You cost her her family, her dreams, her chance to have children. And now you dare lecture me?”

Kristopher reeled back, the impact sending him stumbling.

He caught himself after a couple of shaky steps, his hand brushing his jaw where Reece had struck. A fiery sting radiated through his face, but he refused to flinch. Instead, his icy stare locked onto Reece, the pain buried beneath a simmering fury.

Reece adjusted his coat, breathing hard but visibly trying to regain control. He turned, intent on leaving the confrontation behind. But Kristopher wasn’t done. With a sudden lunge, he swung his fist toward Reece’s head.

of his eye and managed to duck, but Kristopher pivoted, driving a kick into Reece’s side. The blow sent him sprawling

grabbing Reece by the collar and pulling him upright. Without hesitation, he delivered another

refused to stay down. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed at Kristopher’s clothes, using the grip for leverage as he slammed a fist

a grunt from Kristopher, who retaliated with equal ferocity. Before long, they became entangled

echoed with chaos as Kristopher and Reece’s scuffle knocked over a decorative vase, sending it crashing to the ground. The commotion drew startled gasps from

floor like unruly schoolboys. Their fists flew with raw intensity, neither willing to back down. Bernie stood at the

simple argument; this was personal, he thought, stepping back. At his age, stepping between them felt like inviting

the paralysis. She turned to the staff nearby, her voice sharp with urgency. “What are

in her tracks, her breath catching. “What’s going on here? Kristopher, stop it! If you hurt him, I’ll never forgive you!”

froze, his fist raised mid-swing, his gaze snapping up

the tension between the two men hung in the air like a taut wire. Reece, battered but opportunistic, took advantage of the moment’s hesitation to land one last