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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gown, her face streaked with

pristine white of her dress darkened, stained with

around them dissolved into

a hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines grounding him in reality. An IV drip was attached to his arm.

new attending physician—a neurology specialist brought in by the Herrera family after his amnesia. Renowned for his work

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

supplement. You’re slightly anemic. You need proper rest, a balanced

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

doctor studied him. “What triggered the

already slipped away—like sand through his fingers. Even the vivid dream, so intense just moments ago, had faded into

brows furrowed.