My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 191

Chapter 191:

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“Thank you, love,” Kristopher said, his smile tight and strained. Acclaimed for excelling in everything he attempted, Kristopher now found himself repeatedly undermined by his wife in the most personal field.

Shawn and Melany exchanged amused glances, mistaking their charged exchange for tender banter. They ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

As the meal wound down, Melany turned to them with a hopeful smile. “Why don’t you stay another night?”

Carrie shook her head gently. “I’d love to, Melany, but I have work waiting for me.”

Kristopher dabbed at his mouth with his napkin, his tone casual but firm. “I’ve got work to attend to as well. The project planning is under my direct oversight, and I need to brief my team.”

Carrie’s relentless undermining left Kristopher craving a moment of peace.

Melany hesitated, her voice tinged with longing. “Do visit more often, won’t you? It’s just Shawn and me here—it gets awfully quiet.”

Carrie hesitated, then nodded with a small, polite smile. “Of course, Melany.”

Melany motioned for a servant to bring over a bag of health supplements. “I know you’re busy, but take care of yourself. The help over there might not manage things properly. These are homemade—just keep them refrigerated. Let me know when they’re finished, and I’ll send another batch.”

“Thank you, Melany,” Carrie said, reaching out.

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But Melany sidestepped her gesture and handed the bag directly to Kristopher. “You’re driving Carrie to work, aren’t you?”

Carrie opened her mouth to protest, but Kristopher had already taken the bag, his expression firm. “Do you really want to walk in the rain and get sick all over again?” Pressing her lips together, Carrie swallowed her retort.

After exchanging goodbyes with Melany and Shawn, they stepped outside and made their way to the car.

Carrie reached for the backseat door handle, but Kristopher’s sharp gaze stopped her. “Do you seriously see me as your driver?”

Carrie settled into the front passenger seat, her lips pressed into a tight line.

Kristopher said nothing, simply sliding into the driver’s seat and steering the car away from Norris Mansion. Halfway through their journey, Carrie suddenly pointed ahead. “The courthouse,” she announced.

Kristopher glanced in the indicated direction. “Yes, it is,” he replied casually, his mind drifting back to the day they had registered their marriage.

In the swift passage of time, they had already been married for nearly three years.

In Mothor, the third wedding anniversary was known as the “Leather Anniversary,” a symbolic representation of a marriage that had weathered its initial challenges and gained resilience. Conversely, in Izrosa, it was called the “Wheat Anniversary,” signifying the rewards reaped from three years of shared life.

As Kristopher contemplated potential anniversary celebrations, Carrie’s cold voice shattered his thoughts. “Stop the car. We’re getting a divorce.”

The vehicle jerked to an abrupt halt.

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