My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1116

Kristopher moved like a storm. He seized Carrie’s wrist, yanking her behind him with a protective tug. His leg snapped out, a swift kick slamming into the man’s gut.

The force hurled the stranger against the grimy wall, his head smacking concrete with a dull thud. A bruise bloomed across his greasy abdomen, the shape of Kristopher’s shoe etched in purple—a testament to the fury behind the strike.

The man slumped, dazed, his thoughts a jumbled mess as if his brain had been shaken loose.

A shuffle of boots announced new arrivals. Men in black T-shirts and loose work pants poured into the alley, their bulk hinting at muscle beneath the casual attire. Two of them strode forward, hoisting the groaning stranger—Sumner, they called him—from the corner with ease, as if lifting a sack of grain.

The group held back, their eyes darting to Kristopher, wary of crossing him. They stood like statues, Sumner dangling between them, awaiting orders.

Kristopher turned to Carrie, his hands gentle as he steadied her shoulders. He scanned her from head to toe, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

His gaze lingered on her abdomen, a flicker of dread crossing his face. “The baby… is it safe?”

the child his? The question

it belonged to another, he

his heartbeat. “I am fine,” she said, her voice soft

leaned into him, her cheek brushing his chest, unwilling to pull away. His warmth dulled the edge of her

at his lips. She was just scared, he told himself,

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forever. Reality snapped him back. His jaw tightened as he turned to Sumner, now held upright

harsh light.

control, a coward undone

threaten Carrie?

others shifted, noses wrinkling at the odor, but they held their ground, waiting for Kristopher’s

cutting through the tension. “Mr. Norris, we tied up the guy you knocked