My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 538:

The officiant then presented the wedding rings—rings that were not the same as those from two years ago. Kristopher had commissioned new ones specifically for this occasion. The centerpiece of the rings was a rare pink diamond, weighing 18.96 carats and valued at 46.2 million dollars—a symbol of their renewed vows and the new chapter they were about to begin.

In a unique gesture, Kristopher had the exceptional diamond divided for daily use. He designed a 10-carat ring for Carrie, featuring a bouquet-style setting that cradled the stone. The remainder of the diamond was crafted into a sleek band for himself, symbolizing their union.

As Kristopher slipped the ring onto Carrie’s finger, a profound sense of fortune overwhelmed him. Marriage, which he had once viewed as mere convention, had transformed into something more—genuine love. With Carrie, he had discovered its true meaning.

The officiant’s voice rang out, saying, “You may now kiss the bride.” Kristopher tenderly cupped Carrie’s face, his gaze lingering on her features, before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

Then—Bang!

The sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the moment. Screams erupted as chaos swept through the venue. Guests scrambled to escape while security personnel, previously concealed, leapt into action to secure the area.

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Kristopher’s eyes snapped open to meet Carrie’s stunned expression. His gaze fell to her dress. A dark red stain blossomed, vivid and sinister against the pristine white fabric. Carrie’s strength seemed to drain away as she crumpled to the ground, her body limp, as though all structure had abandoned her.

Kristopher dropped to his knees, cradling her trembling form, his hands smearing with the blood seeping into her gown.

Reality struck like a physical blow as the sticky warmth of her blood coated his skin. Tears unexpectedly streamed down his face as he hoarsely shouted, “Quickly, call an ambulance!” Overwhelmed, he clung to her as though his embrace could will life back into her. His tears fell, mingling with the blood staining her dress.noveldrama

Carrie’s lips moved faintly. Weakly, she tried to shield her abdomen, murmuring, “My baby,” before slipping into unconsciousness.

The wedding scene, which had moments ago been a dreamlike setting of romance and elegance, was now a picture of devastation. Expensive wines, dishes, and floral arrangements lay in ruins on the ground. Pale roses, once pristine, were crushed under dirty footprints, and ribbons were tangled in the debris. The air carried a metallic tang of blood, mingling with the lingering scents of spilled wine and trampled flowers.

The shooter had disappeared into the dense forest bordering the venue—a raw, untamed wilderness that was neither groomed nor safe. The forest, with its towering trees and thick undergrowth, had been marked with signs to deter guests from wandering in. Now, it served as an all-too-effective escape route. However, the chances of an ordinary person making it out of such a forest were slim.

Oliver acted quickly. He dispatched bodyguards experienced in jungle tracking and mercenary tactics to follow the shooter, while the remaining security focused on evacuating the panicked guests.

Melany sat frozen in shock, her face drained of all color. She trembled as a servant brought over a wheelchair, originally meant for guests with mobility issues. The servant gently helped her into the seat, but her hands clutched tightly to the armrests as she stared at the chaos unfolding before her. Her gaze fixed on Kristopher and Carrie lying on the ground, and tears welled in her eyes.

Shawn crouched next to her, his voice steady yet heavy. “Melany, you must leave this to the professionals. Staying here will only make things harder. We need to stay strong for the children.”

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