My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1120

Carrie’s eyes flickered, catching sight of a sleek ambulance parked beyond the cluster of police cars. Its open door revealed a mobile sanctuary, outfitted with cutting-edge medical gear that rivaled any hospital’s emergency ward.

Kristopher trailed close behind, his steps quickening to match their pace. Noticing the female doctors waiting inside the ambulance, Reece gently eased Carrie into their care, his hands lingering a moment before stepping back. He did not climb aboard.

Kristopher exhaled, his shoulders relaxing as he slowed his approach.

Reece shut the ambulance door with a soft thud, the tension draining from his frame. Fatigue settled in, heavy and unyielding. He leaned against the vehicle’s cool metal side, fishing a cigarette box from his pocket with a faint tremble in his fingers.

A hand appeared—strong, knuckles prominent—offering a lighter. The flame sparked to life, and Reece cupped it instinctively, shielding the flicker as he brought the cigarette to his lips.

He inhaled deeply, the ember glowing red, and released a slow plume of smoke into the night air.

his voice low but

ambulance beside Reece. He lit his own cigarette, the flame casting shadows across his angular face. After a moment, he spoke, his tone casual yet deliberate.

bordered on absurd, the kind of story that would raise eyebrows in

it. His eyes narrowed, studying Kristopher’s face. “Your memory,” he said

eyes, searching for a flicker of

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softening the sharp edges of his jaw. Reece observed him quietly, his arms crossed. He had to concede that Kristopher and Carrie were a striking pair, their appearances almost too perfectly matched. It was not merely their beauty—others possessed that in spades—but the way their

brief as a passing shadow. He

breath, almost a murmur.

clapped a hand on Kristopher’s shoulder, the gesture awkward but sincere. He could not fully grasp Kristopher’s pain, yet the mere thought of having a piece of his mind stolen, of others exploiting that void, sent a shiver down his spine. He reflected on his own fortune, born into the Morrison family’s solid embrace. Even Carrie, a cousin long estranged, had proven herself not just untainted but exceptional, even outshining