My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 631:

Carrie rushed between them, her arms outstretched as though physically shielding Reece. She turned to Kristopher, her eyes blazing. “If you touch him again, I’ll call the police. I mean it.”

Kristopher’s chest heaved, his face flushed with anger and disbelief. His eyes, bloodshot from the strain of the fight, bore into her. “Carrie, you’ve known him for what—days? And this is how you defend him? He started this!”

“I don’t need you to tell me who he is,” Carrie shot back, her tone icy.

She turned her attention to Reece, her expression softening as she saw his battered face. Concern etched into every line of her features. “You’re a mess. Come on, we’re going to the hospital. You have work tomorrow—how are you supposed to face people like this?”

Aliza, who had been observing the unfolding drama with mounting shock, finally stepped closer. To her, Kristopher and Reece had always been the epitome of control and refinement. Yet here they were, reduced to this over one woman. It was shocking to see such a classic love triangle unfold between two men so distinguished.

floor. Her eyes widened. “Kristopher, you’re bleeding again!” The wound on Kristopher’s hand had reopened, soaking the

“Mom!” she called out to her mother in the room. “Get

gaze remained fixed on Carrie, who was fussing over

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Carrie said softly, sliding her arm

I owe you.” Carrie gave him a playful slap on the arm, her

dramatically sucking in a breath. Carrie gasped, immediately withdrawing her hand. “I

was like salt in Kristopher’s wounds. He stood frozen, his hands clenched at his sides, the pain in his hand paling compared to the sharp, searing ache

scene before him pulled Kristopher into a haunting memory—the sharp sting of Nate’s blade sunk into his flesh. Back then, he’d played on Carrie’s sympathy,

just a flicker of the concern she used to show him. But she didn’t even glance his way. Her attention was entirely on Reece, her gaze brimming with worry and care she once

hatred, even her sharp words cutting into him. But not this. He hadn’t expected to feel like a stranger to her, hadn’t imagined her