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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streaked with tears, grief carved into her delicate features. Why hadn’t he saved her? Why hadn’t he saved their

her dress darkened, stained with

around them dissolved into a sea

open to the blinding sterility of a hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines grounding him in reality. An

Herrera family after his amnesia. Renowned for his

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

speaking casually. “It’s a vital nutritional supplement. You’re slightly anemic. You need proper

pushed himself into a sitting position. His head had stopped throbbing. The pain had vanished completely. He rubbed his temples, waited

“What triggered the episode? What did you remember

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

brows furrowed. “I