My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 970:

He clutched his head, fingers pressing hard against his temples, trying to steady himself. But the pain was relentless, twisting his features into a grimace.

“Are you alright?” The doctor rushed over, concern lacing his voice.

Kristopher tried to focus, but the doctor’s figure wavered, the world tilting around him. His body betrayed him, his strength giving way. He collapsed, his vision blurring as the room spun.

One moment, the doctor was at eye level. The next, he loomed above him.

Then—darkness.

Kristopher drifted into a dream. In it, he and Carrie were inseparable, their love consuming and undeniable. They attended parties together, strolled through the streets, he cooked for her, cared for her wounds, and they made love—fierce, desperate, and intoxicating.

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gunshot rang out. Carrie stood before him in a wedding gown, her face streaked with tears, grief carved into her delicate features. Why hadn’t he saved her? Why hadn’t he saved their

dress darkened, stained

into a sea of

upright, gasping for breath. His eyes snapped open to the blinding sterility of a hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines grounding him in reality. An

neurology specialist brought in by the Herrera family after his amnesia. Renowned for his work in memory recovery, the doctor had

syringe from his pocket. Without hesitation, he drew the liquid into the syringe, then injected it into

You’re slightly anemic. You need proper rest, a balanced diet, and to avoid overexertion.” Kristopher used his free

The pain had vanished completely. He rubbed his temples, waited a beat, then said, “It’s gone. I

triggered the episode?

sand through his fingers. Even

furrowed. “I don’t