My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 594:

He was willing to strip himself bare, to grovel in the dust for Lise. The realization hit Carrie like a thunderclap. Her chest ached, her eyes stung, but she tilted her head, forcing the tears to stay hidden.

“Kristopher,” she began, her voice brittle, “do you love me?”

His response came immediately, almost tripping over his own desperation. “Of course, I love you! It is because I love you that I cannot let this marriage end. I cannot let you go!”

The urgency in his tone, the near-frantic need to convince her, was almost pitiable. He seemed ready to bare his soul at her feet if only it could prove his words true.

But Carrie stood unmoved. She spoke slowly, deliberately, her tone laced with bitterness. “Is this your way of showing love? By using my feelings against me to force my compliance? Tell me, Kristopher—if you truly love me, why do you keep making me yield? Why did you make me compromise, even as our child died without answers?”

Her words sliced through him, and his hand dropped to his side, fiddling absently with the wedding ring still circling his finger.

Carrie’s gaze fell on the ring, her heart twisting. Hers had been gone for a long time, yet his lingered—a cruel reminder of vows they had both broken.

Perhaps this was their fate. Perhaps they had always been destined for a fractured ending.

When she spoke again, her voice was cold enough to chill the air. “We should have ended this long ago. If we had, my child would not have been dragged into your chaos.”

“Carrie!” Kristopher’s voice cracked, pleading. He reached for her, as if he could stop the avalanche of her words.

But she ignored him, unyielding. “It is late, Kristopher. You need to make a decision, and quickly. Dragging this on won’t change the outcome—it will only prolong the suffering for everyone involved.”

Straightening, she forced herself to meet his gaze, her composure as sharp as the edges of her words. “Divorce, or let Lise face the consequences. The choice is yours. We are adults, Kristopher. We cannot have everything. Sometimes, we must sacrifice.”

“Carrie…”

Kristopher’s voice cracked as he tried to salvage what little remained of their crumbling relationship. A desperate thought struck him, and he clung to it like a lifeline.

“Carrie, what’s done is done. I’m deeply saddened by what happened to the child. But aren’t the living more important? You may not care about me or my family anymore, but what about Gracie? She’s just starting to recover, and if she finds out about us divorcing, it will break her heart.”

Carrie’s expression remained calm, though her lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. She tilted her head slightly and asked in a low voice, “Are you really using Gracie to manipulate me now?”noveldrama

Carrie no longer held any illusions about him. This final attempt at control only strengthened her resolve.

For someone who had already decided to leave, disappointment served as a painful but cleansing relief. Love, hesitation, and lingering weakness had only prolonged her suffering.

Kristopher stood frozen, unable to find any more words. At that moment, Oliver rushed into the room, phone in hand, his face pale with urgency.

Kristopher’s frustration boiled over at the interruption. He shot a glare at Oliver’s shoes, as if that alone could express his irritation. “Why do you always bring every little thing to me? Do I pay you to stand around looking like furniture?”

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