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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A 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?

pristine white of her dress darkened, stained

around them dissolved into a sea

snapped open to the blinding sterility of a hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines grounding him in reality. An IV drip was attached to his arm. The doctor entered just at

his amnesia.

and a disposable syringe from his pocket.

anemic. You need proper rest, a balanced diet, and to avoid overexertion.”

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

“What triggered the episode? What did

already slipped away—like sand through his fingers. Even the vivid dream, so

brows furrowed. “I don’t