My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 558:noveldrama

Carrie let out a bitter laugh. “If that’s the case, shouldn’t he be going after you? The shot was so precise, so deliberate—and yet, it hit me. Not in the head. Not in the heart. But in the abdomen.”

Carrie’s words left Kristopher unable to respond. She pushed him away once more.

Unable to respond, he could only tighten his hold on her.

Carrie lowered her head and bit down hard on his wrist again. She sank her teeth into his flesh, breaking the skin. Blood filled her mouth, tasting salty and metallic. But there was no pity in her heart—only one thought echoed relentlessly in her mind. The pain her child must have endured when the bullet struck. It had to have been far worse.

He hadn’t thought twice about hurting her, so why should she feel any sympathy for him?

Kristopher’s face remained calm as Carrie sank her teeth into his wrist. His unflinching expression only deepened her frustration. She bit harder, her jaw straining until exhaustion overtook her, forcing her to release him. Blood welled from the deep puncture wounds on his wrist, trickling over the swollen, red skin.

Carrie turned her face away, her voice cutting through the silence like ice. “I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

Kristopher’s grip on her loosened, though his gaze stayed fixed on her with a mix of worry and caution. He lingered, as if afraid she might spiral into something darker if left alone. His voice was low, tentative. “Would you like something to eat?”

“I want to sleep,” she repeated flatly, her tone devoid of warmth or emotion.

Kristopher leaned down and pressed a kiss to her hair, trailing his lips down to her neck. At once, Carrie recoiled. A violent churning erupted in her stomach, and she dry-heaved, her body folding in on itself. Nothing came up—there was nothing left to expel—but the sound of her retching filled the room.

The silence that followed was suffocating, heavy with truths neither dared voice aloud. Kristopher stepped back, his jaw tightening as the realization sank in. She couldn’t stand his touch anymore. Something in her had snapped, leaving behind only this visceral, uncontainable revulsion. He couldn’t make sense of it.

Was it the trauma of her injuries? Would time heal her wounds—both physical and emotional? Perhaps, he thought, if they had another child, things would begin to mend. Yet the thought of her damaged uterus lingered like a dark shadow. If she found out about her reduced chances of conceiving again, how much more shattered would she become?

Kristopher released her, watching as she retreated under the covers. Her movements were quick, panicked, like a small animal fleeing from danger. He sighed, reaching out to gently pull the blanket higher over her.

“I won’t be going to the office for a while,” he murmured. “I’ll stay here with you.”

She curled up tightly, her back to him, her breathing uneven. Her response was cold, detached. “You don’t need to babysit me. It’s not like I can file for divorce without you.”

The words sliced through his heart like the sharp edge of a knife. His voice sharpened, tinged with frustration. “Carrie, I’ve really spoiled you if you think you can talk about divorce so easily.”

Spoiled? The word hung in the air, its meaning twisting into something bitter. Carrie turned slowly to face him, her tired eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Spoiled?” she echoed, her voice soft but dripping with venom. “You think you’ve spoiled me? When Lise tried to ruin my reputation, plotted against my life, and caused the death of our child, you still took her side. And now you have the audacity to say you’ve spoiled me?”

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