My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 148

Chapter 148:

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“I think I’ll save you the trouble, Mr. Norris. I’ll walk back.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode away in the opposite direction, her steps brisk and resolute.

Foxfire County’s winters often began with rain, but tonight the chill carried a cruel clarity. The cold night air bit at her skin, sharp and unrelenting. It sliced through her coat, through her resolve, making her remember that other night—the one she had left Bayview Villa. The same cold, the same ache, the same endless road.

Carrie walked a while longer, her footsteps slowing almost imperceptibly before she instinctively glanced back. Kristopher’s car had already exited through another path, vanishing into the night without so much as a pause. The corner of her lips curved slightly in a faint smile, but it was fleeting. As quickly as it appeared, it dissolved, leaving her expression heavy, her gaze falling to the ground to mask the quiet ache pooling in her eyes.

She couldn’t deny it—the flicker of hope that had sparked deep within her, no matter how irrational. But what was she expecting? How could she even entertain the thought that Kristopher might turn back for her? This was the reality she had been avoiding for years.

She had always been the one to bow her head, to offer apologies before tensions could brew into storms. It had created an illusion of harmony, of stability. Now, standing her ground, she realized how fragile that illusion had been.

The moonlight bathed the world in a silver glow, soft and dreamlike, but Carrie found no solace in it. Forcing her thoughts away from the hollowness in her chest, she focused instead on the scenery. Her gaze flitted from one shadowed tree to another, but her mind began weaving back into the familiar threads of her script.

The company’s story outline was riddled with logical inconsistencies. Though she hadn’t used the name Katrina, and it was just a script for a commercial drama, she still strived for perfection. She was determined to refine every detail.

Absorbed in her professional musings, Carrie completely forgot her intended route back to the inn. When she finally looked up, an unfamiliar landscape surrounded her. Realizing her disorientation in Foxfire County, she reached for her phone—only to find her pocket empty.

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She had left it in Kristopher’s car. A dimly lit store caught her eye at the street’s corner. Moving quickly, she approached, hoping to find someone who could guide her back.

Meanwhile, at the Campbell family home, a different scene unfolded. Yara reclined on a newly purchased elegant sofa, her luxurious pajamas contrasting with her rapid typing on the phone. Tristan sat beside her, half-watching economic news that reflected the challenging financial climate. Recent years had been harsh on businesses in Orkset. Small and medium-sized enterprises were either transitioning or collapsing. Tristan’s own business, once buoyed by economic boom and luck, now struggled significantly.

“Sweetheart,” Tristan addressed Yara, pausing the television, “how is your plan progressing? Our family’s hopes rest on the Crawfords. If this doesn’t succeed…”

“Don’t jinx it,” Cindy interrupted as she swept into the room, her face glistening under a meticulously applied beauty mask. She settled beside Yara with a casual confidence, brushing off Tristan’s concerns. “Yara has everything under control. You’re worrying for nothing.”

“Mom always believes in me,” Yara cooed, leaning into Cindy with exaggerated affection. She held up her phone, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. “Nate’s already in Foxfire County. In a backwater like that, whatever the Crawford family wants will be child’s play.”

Tristan exhaled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders, though his expression remained cautious. “Good. But remember, Yara, you’re not getting any younger. It’s time to think seriously about marriage. If you’re close to Nate, why not look at his circle? Surely, there’s someone suitable among his friends. A woman’s charm is her best weapon.”

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