My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1028:
Feigning exhaustion, she excused herself early and retreated to her bedroom. Yet even lying in bed, sleep wouldn’t come.
She pulled out her phone, meaning to check in with Camille, but as soon as she opened WhatsApp, a message from Kristopher
appeared.
She hadn’t planned on replying, but instinctively tapped into the conversation—and paused.
“Albin has been found.”
Backing out quickly, Carrie opened Camille’s chat, only to find no new messages from her.
Heart pounding, she returned to Kristopher’s message and hastily typed, “How’s Camille?”
Inside a car somewhere, Kristopher’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, and the moment he saw Carrie’s name, his
expression brightened, matching the glow of the device in his hand.

A sly, boyish grin tugged at his lips—satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He had deliberately left Camille out of his earlier message,
knowing Carrie would ask.
Even though he still didn’t remember their shared past, the recent revelations about Aliza had lifted a strange burden from his
heart.
He was free—untethered from obligations, from guilt. Now, there was nothing stopping him from getting closer to Carrie.
He didn’t fully understand the urge to be near her. Maybe it was his body’s way of healing, hoping proximity to her would stir his
lost memories.
After all, every memory he couldn’t reach seemed to be tied to her. Feeling a bit more at ease, Kristopher tapped out a reply.
“Your friend isn’t doing well. Albin is still unconscious—it’s uncertain if he’ll survive.”
He paused for only a moment before sending a second message. “I can arrange a private jet to fly you to Zimeron to see her.”
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Carrie was about to agree when she suddenly felt a faint flutter low in her abdomen—a delicate movement, like a tiny kick.

The baby was still so small, barely formed. Could it really be kicking already?
She took it as a sign.
Now that Albin had been rescued, he would have a team of specialists at his side. Carrie’s presence would be little more than
emotional support for Camille—and right now, her priority had to be her unborn child.
A grueling journey and Zimeron’s rough climate would only endanger the baby. She had someone else to protect now. She
couldn’t afford to be reckless.
She hesitated, still weighing her reply, when Kristopher messaged again. “Sorry, I forgot—you’re pregnant. It’s not safe for you to
travel. Camille and the others should be back in Isonridge by tomorrow. I’ll come pick you up to see them.”
Just then, a message from Daxton popped up.
This time, Carrie responded without hesitation. “That’s not necessary. I’m staying with my family for now—it’s not convenient.
Just send me the address when they arrive, and I’ll have my cousin drive me.”
Whatever had caused Kristopher’s sudden shift, Carrie knew better than to get pulled into uncertainty. It was safer to keep their
distance.
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