My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 112

Chapter 112:

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“Mr. Norris, has it suddenly dawned on you that you’re in love with me?” Carrie’s voice, laced with a sharp edge of irony, intended to sting, yet it unexpectedly carved out a hollow ache within her.

Able to catch the bitter sarcasm in her voice, Kristopher responded, his tone cold and dismissive, “Fall in love with an ungrateful wretch like you? Impossible.”

Carrie, her expectations met with his predictable scorn, swiftly disconnected the call. Her lips twisted into a bitter smile as she mockingly saluted the silent phone. Tossing it carelessly onto the sofa, she decided a trip to the supermarket was in order—there were countless treats and essentials yet to be crossed off her list. Dwelling on the impending demise of her marriage to a man who was now a stranger in her heart? Absolutely pointless.

At the entrance of the Ripples Complex, a Ferrari gleamed under the afternoon sun, parked with the casual arrogance of someone who knew it belonged. As Albin emerged from the vehicle, the passenger door swung open, and a vibrant girl, who appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, bounded out with youthful energy. She lifted her face, eyes sparkling with excitement, and gestured toward the apartment complex.

“This is perfect!” she exclaimed. “It’s right in the city center, just a street away from my school! You won’t have to worry about my safety at all. Once I move here, I’ll definitely focus on my studies…”

The girl was technically Albin’s cousin, sent by his mother after persistently arguing against staying in the dormitory. Albin had been tasked with accompanying her to select apartments, a responsibility that seemed to bore him slightly.

“I’m not holding out hope for your academic dedication,” Albin replied absentmindedly, his gaze wandering across the neighborhood. The area did appear quite pleasant.

Suddenly, a familiar silhouette caught his attention. His cousin continued chattering.

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“Albin, this place was recommended by my schoolmate! She knows lots of celebrities, and I’ve heard quite a few stars live here…” She paused, noticing Albin’s distraction. “Hey, are you even listening? What are you looking at?”

Following his gaze, she spotted the source of his attention. In the crowd, a strikingly elegant figure stood out. Carrie wore a simple white T-shirt and shorts, but her exceptional figure transformed the outfit into something extraordinary. Her hair was loosely tied back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck, and her serene face held a distant beauty, like the moon—lovely but untouchable.

With a knowing smirk, his cousin leaned closer. “So this is your type, huh? Gotta say, you’ve got good taste!”

Albin yanked her closer and hissed, “Stop spouting nonsense. She’s married.”

The girl’s eyes widened, and she clapped her hands over her mouth in exaggerated shock. “Albin! Crushing on a married woman? That’s a one-way ticket to Trouble Town!”

But Albin was no longer listening. He watched intently as Carrie swiped a card at the entrance—she lived here!

In a swift motion, he transferred five thousand dollars to his cousin. “Go spend time with your friends,” he said distractedly, “but stay away from bars. I have urgent matters.”

His cousin blinked at the notification, her grin widening. “Wow, big spender! Alright, I’ll let you off the hook today. Go chase your forbidden love; my lips are sealed!”

Ignoring her commentary, Albin quickly dialed Kristopher’s number. “I found where your wife is hiding!” he announced.

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