My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 257

Chapter 257:

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Startled, Carrie spun around. The courtyard’s chatter ceased abruptly, and the women stared in surprise. Facing Kristopher’s unexpected presence, Carrie managed a strained smile and approached the group. “Long time no see, everyone. I’ve just returned to pay respects at my mom’s grave.”

“You look lovelier each time, Carrie,” they responded casually, their curiosity piqued by the newcomer. “And who is this gentleman?”

With a courteous demeanor, Kristopher introduced himself, saying, “Good evening. I’m Kristopher, Carrie’s husband.”

Behind him, Oliver appeared, laden with thoughtful gifts. Wrapping an arm around Carrie, Kristopher’s affection was evident. “Carrie has always spoken highly of how supportive you’ve been. We thought we’d bring a few things to show our appreciation.”

Oliver distributed the items: fine tobacco, spirits, and health aids—lavish yet sensible. The neighbors, accepting the offerings, exchanged bewildered glances. Wasn’t this the man who supposedly cared nothing for Carrie? Wasn’t he supposed to resemble a pig?

Every member of the crowd held generous gift bags, and their demeanor swiftly shifted. Grinning broadly, they moved closer, showering one another with flattery.

“How fortunate for Carrie to have married a man who ensures such a secure and affluent life for her! As women, securing a marriage into a reputable family is our ultimate success. If only Carrie’s mother were here to see her now, she would be at peace, knowing her daughter is in good hands.”

“Carrie has always been both beautiful and intelligent. She’s truly fortunate!”

“Remember when Carrie entered college? Even the local news came to cover her story.”

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“Your grandmother mentioned over the phone that her medical care costs a fortune each day. With such a devoted and competent son-in-law by her side, she doesn’t have to fret about her health. There’s surely a team looking after her.”

“This young man is really handsome. He and Carrie together could pass for a couple right out of a television show.”

Carrie wasn’t shocked by how quickly the neighbors’ moods shifted. Known for their love of gossip and small exchanges, the neighbors had their quirks, but they also displayed genuine affection. They consistently supported her and Gracie, often bringing in discounted groceries.

With a tender smile, Kristopher responded, “Actually, I’m the fortunate one here.”

Gazing into his deep eyes, Carrie saw her own reflection shimmering back. For a fleeting moment, the illusion of genuine love between them seemed almost believable.

His acting had reached new heights, and she was nearly convinced by his performance. It was no mystery why so many found themselves falling in love after spending so much time on set—the boundary between make-believe and reality had become almost nonexistent.

Caught up in the ruse of their contractual relationship, she wasn’t immune to its effects.

An elderly lady tucked away her gift and gently nudged the woman next to her. “You know, it’s high time your daughter settled down. Early marriage has clearly worked wonders for Carrie.”

Pausing in her unpacking, the middle-aged woman responded with irritation. “Please, don’t start with that! It’s enough to drive anyone mad. My daughter is too selective—nothing seems to satisfy her. She’s holding out for a fairy-tale prince, I suppose!”

At that moment, an image sprang into Carrie’s mind. She envisioned someone who walked with supreme confidence, her head always held high like a proud peacock, barely acknowledging others with a glance. Lettie, the middle-aged woman’s daughter, shared Carrie’s age. As children, they were the only two girls in their building, and Lettie had always engaged in a silent rivalry with Carrie.

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