My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1115

“Smash!” A thunderous bang jolted the room as the door was kicked wide open, sending Carrie’s head snapping up in alarm.

Her eyes flew wide.

There, framed in the doorway, stood a pair of eyes she would recognize anywhere.

Kristopher’s eyes burned with a fierce, stormy rage, danger seething beneath the surface. Only when he caught sight of Carrie did that lethal glare soften, if only a fraction.

He lingered in the doorway, backlit so his face was cast in shadow, sharp angles and cold resolve lending him an air of icy menace.

Carrie froze, caught off guard, her mind momentarily blanking out the fact that she was still trapped in the kidnapper’s grasp.

like a hallucination. The evening outside had settled into darkness, and the faint halo behind him made him appear almost supernatural—like death

He had come to deliver retribution, a guardian god, and

to walk in, he looked up only to find a complete stranger blocking the exit. Something about the newcomer unsettled him deeply. He hadn’t even moved, yet the

man dug in his heels, reassuring himself. The guy looked like a

scowl, and said, “Who the hell are you? How did you get

said nothing. He simply advanced—one steady,

only in boxers and with his knife still lying uselessly on the bed, he searched the room in vain for anything that could be used as a weapon. With nothing to defend himself, his only choice was to clamp his arm tighter around Carrie’s

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a mocking, icy laugh and flicked something

chain, splattered with blood, landed at his feet. Recognition hit instantly. Fraser’s chain.

bravado crumbling. Fraser had always been the most ruthless—the one who kept everyone else brave. With him around, tormenting Carrie had felt safe. But if he’d known Kristopher would show up, he would never have crossed that line. Now, regret gnawed at him,

glance at his pale face, then turned her gaze back to Kristopher.