My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 911

Chapter 911:

Even now—even after everything—Kristopher still couldn’t let Carrie go. The marks she had seen on Kristopher and Carrie at the hotel that day had been undeniable—evidence of their passionate entanglement, lingering proof of a connection she had fought so hard to sever.

Her display of affection—Kristopher’s gentle kiss against her forehead—had been meant to assert her claim, to remind Carrie that he was no longer hers. And also to show Kristopher that Carrie had a man by her side.

And not just any man. Daxton Garcia. Kristopher’s own relative.

Kristopher and Aliza looked every bit the perfect couple, wrapped in each other’s embrace as if the world around them had ceased to exist. Behind them, the fountain danced in rhythm with the soft music, its streams rising and falling in graceful arcs before splashing back into the pool below. The shimmering water reflected the glow of the evening lights, as if nature itself bore witness to their love.

But for Carrie, the sight only rekindled the painful image from earlier—the moment she had seen Kristopher and Aliza emerging from a hotel room together. She had tried to push it from her mind, to pretend it had never happened, but now, those unmistakable marks on their bodies resurfaced in her memory, refusing to fade. Each detail seemed to grow sharper.

she snapped back to reality. Startled, she loosened her grip and turned Daxton’s hand over, her heart sinking at the sight of the deep crescent-shaped indentations marring his skin. Guilt

sorry. Did I hurt you?

found her concern endearing. “If I let go, wouldn’t you have hurt yourself instead?” he teased. “It’s just a little pain. I can handle a little pain from my girlfriend.” He flexed his fingers

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the word “girlfriend” carried a warmth that lingered in the air between them. Then, with a teasing touch, he tapped

away, stiffened. The sight of Carrie’s hand in Daxton’s sent

fleeting second, an irrational impulse nearly took hold—he wanted to charge forward, shove Daxton aside, and

How could he throw everything away for a woman who no longer meant anything to him? Aliza was his future now. His

in. If his father had been there, perhaps his sister’s tragedy could have been avoided. Perhaps

Aliza’s hand once more. “Wait here for me. I need to