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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the dream twisted. A gunshot rang out. Carrie stood before him in a wedding gown, her face streaked with tears, grief carved into

white of her dress darkened, stained with

world around them dissolved into a sea of red.

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.

after his amnesia. Renowned for his work in memory recovery, the doctor had

IV bag, and pulled a vial and a disposable syringe from his pocket. Without hesitation, he drew the liquid into the syringe, then injected it

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

position. His head had stopped throbbing. The pain had vanished completely. He rubbed his temples,

the episode? What did you

away—like sand through his fingers. Even the vivid dream, so intense just

furrowed. “I don’t