My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 902

Chapter 902:

But in the depths of sleep, an old dream found her again. A child’s soft, innocent voice echoed—”Mommy…”

She hadn’t had this dream in a long time. Back when she was recovering from her gunshot wound, she had dreamed of this every night—a child calling out for her, only for the dream to end in bright red blood.

The pain of it all had been so unbearable that she had fought against sleep itself, fearing the moment she would close her eyes and be forced to relive it. Now, even though she had been free of it for so long, it had found her again. Her pulse quickened as she tried to wake up, her mind rejecting the dream, not wanting to endure it. But she was trapped, unable to break free.

She was too resistant and didn’t realize that the overall tone of this dream was peaceful, unlike those terrifying dreams before. Her body refused to move, and for a moment, it felt as if she was sinking suddenly… before she gasped awake.

Carrie’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath of the cool air, her senses adjusting to the real world again. A faint

in the room—the sleep aid spray she had used

had used the spray

a hand over her forehead. Her skin was cold and damp with sweat. Without hesitation, she reached for the bedside table, pulled

furrowed. Daxton

hear the muffled sounds of their voices. She couldn’t tell

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hair into a messy bun. Securing it loosely, she pushed open the door—and stopped in her tracks. Kyson was sitting on the sofa, casually leaning back

Carrie standing there. He immediately stood up. His dark eyes brightened, filled with something between joy and hesitation. “Carrie, you’re awake?” His voice was warm,

she replied. “I just had

the same time,

didn’t want to revisit that dream—not now. Instead, she smoothly changed the subject. “Kyson, what

sofa, her movements