My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 567:

The elderly doctor hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. He glanced helplessly at Kristopher, who stepped forward and gently placed his hand over Carrie’s wrist.

“Carrie, let him go,” Kristopher said softly. “He’s old enough to be your grandfather, and he’s been working late into the night to help you.”

“Don’t treat him like this.”

Kristopher’s voice was calm, almost pleading. “Be good. Let them go. I promise I’ll tell you everything. I won’t hold anything back.”

The weight of his words lingered.

Carrie’s hand fell to her side, and she murmured, “I’m sorry.”

The elderly doctor offered her a sympathetic smile. “Mrs. Norris, I understand how difficult this is for you.” With that, he bowed slightly and followed the others out.

Now the room was silent, save for the quiet rustle of the door closing behind the doctors.

Carrie stood still, her arms hanging limp at her sides. Her gaze drifted to Kristopher’s wrist, where the scab from her earlier bite stood out, red and swollen. The sight of the imperfection on his once-perfect wrist sent a pang of guilt through her chest. She quickly looked away, her voice trembling. “Tell me the truth.” Fate didn’t just take her child… it stripped her of the ability to conceive again. Was this punishment? Was she unworthy of being a mother?

Her breath hitched as the weight of the injustice crushed her.

Kristopher broke the silence—not with words, but with action. He stepped forward, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her.

Carrie stood frozen, grief pressing down on her like a suffocating weight. She barely registered Kristopher’s movements until his lips, soft and cautious, brushed against her face. He kissed her tears as they fell, tracing a path down her cheeks to her chin and neck.noveldrama

By the time he knelt before her, his hands encircling her legs, Carrie stirred faintly from her haze. Kristopher’s face was pressed gently against her abdomen, his expression tender, almost reverent. “Carrie,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “It’s going to be okay. I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to heal you. With all the advances in medicine, there’s hope. And even if we can’t have children, we can still be happy together. You and me—that’s enough.”

The words jolted Carrie back to the harsh reality of her pain. She pushed him away instinctively, the sudden force sending him off balance. He fell backward, startled, but quickly righted himself.

Her voice trembled as she glared at him, anger rising from the depths of her sorrow. “You talk about being happy together, but it was your perfect little love story that killed our child. You and your blind devotion to Lise! Who told you I didn’t want a child? I did! I loved him. I had already bought clothes for him… He never even got to wear them.”

The raw anguish in her words pierced through Kristopher, and for a fleeting moment, he looked stricken. Then, as if consumed by something primal, he surged forward, wrapping her in his arms. His kisses were no longer gentle but urgent and unrestrained, as if trying to express all the emotions he couldn’t put into words.

Carrie pushed against him, but he only tightened his hold. “If you want a child,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, “then we’ll have another. You’re still young, Carrie. There’s time. We can try again.”

He pulled her closer, his hands moving over her body with intimate familiarity. His desperation was palpable, but his words only inflamed her fury. “Have you lost your mind? The doctor said I can’t have children! What are you doing?”

.

.

.