My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 29:noveldrama

However, Kristopher’s grip on her sleeve halted her, pulling her back into the moment she desperately wished to flee.

Kristopher’s lips barely moved, a shadow of contemplation flickering across his face as he dwelled on the recent fire incident.

His pride remained unyielding, yet his voice, tinged with an uncharacteristic softness, broke the tense silence. “Carrie, I admit, your response may have been a bit overwhelming, yet I can empathize with the turmoil you’ve endured after the fire engulfed your apartment. If you decide to return, I am prepared to overlook all that has happened.”

Lise’s advice evidently left a profound imprint on him.

Carrie brushed aside his softened tone, her attention narrowing in on one crucial detail of his statement—the fire.

He was aware of the catastrophe, and yet he had the audacity to wait for her to confess her wrongs and seek amends?

While she grappled with life and death, Kristopher was with Lise, who had just indulged in a bit too much alcohol.

Did he truly deem Carrie’s grievances unfounded? An epiphany struck Carrie with chilling clarity.

In Kristopher’s world, Lise’s whims held more weight than Carrie’s very existence.

Even the most patient would reach a breaking point when consistently provoked.

Both Kristopher and Lise had continually scorned her, dismissing her as insignificant.

Repulsed, Carrie jerked her hand free from his grasp as if shedding a layer of grime, her voice icy and sharp as she said, “Return home? Do you and Ms. Nash share some twisted pleasure, Mr. Norris?

Wasn’t it enough that I stepped aside for you? Must I now play a part in your charade? So, you’re running back to your first love and trying to create a tangled love triangle, Mr. Norris? While you may enjoy it, I find it utterly disgusting!”

Stunned by her scathing words, Kristopher’s anger flared, but he found himself at a loss for words. “Carrie, you—”

Carrie was determined not to get entangled with him any longer.

She turned sharply and stormed off, her voice cutting through the air. “Enough! You were never a decent husband, let alone a tolerable ex! Now that we’re done, stick with your new love and quit pestering me. What a nuisance!”

With a few strides away, Carrie paused, spun around, and fixed him with a searing glare.

In a swift move, she snatched the soda can right out of his hands—it was rightfully hers, after all.

Earlier, Kristopher had watched as Carrie purchased two cans of soda and had mistakenly assumed one was intended for him.

When she reclaimed it, irritation flickered across his face.

Since when had Carrie turned so petty, bickering over something as trivial as a soda can?

Upon reaching the elevator, Carrie bumped into Ruby.

“I was just digging up some info. Seems the role was nearly yours, but then Lise stepped in, wanting it for herself. Her boyfriend, Kristopher, threw his weight around, backing the production financially to secure her the lead role.

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