My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 301
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Chapter 301:
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Yara’s livestream painted a tragic picture, her bruised face and pitiful demeanor stirring waves of sympathy from the gossip-hungry viewers.
With dramatic embellishments, she placed the blame squarely on Carrie, skillfully weaving a tale of seduction and betrayal.
Yara implied that Carrie, despite being married, had continued to seduce Nate Crawford, turning his unrequited love into a thirst for revenge.
The result, Yara claimed, was her own rape and near-death experience.
She punctuated her story with a forensic injury report—though it contained no evidence to implicate Carrie directly, the official-looking documentation convinced viewers of Yara’s narrative.
The sympathy poured in, but Yara wasn’t interested in fighting a long battle.
Her goal was clear: to pressure Carrie into saving Tristan’s crumbling company.
The company in question was a family endeavor, originally founded by Carrie’s late mother, Danna.
She had used her savings and family resources to establish it, managing it herself in its early years.
However, after marrying Tristan, Danna shifted her focus to being a housewife, leaving the business in Tristan’s hands.
Under his management, the company faltered, and for the last few years, it had been teetering on the edge of collapse.
In his desperation, he tried to leverage Nate’s infatuation with Carrie to his advantage.
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Now, with Carrie married to Kristopher, his eyes had briefly turned to the Norris Group before intimidation held him back.
“Why didn’t that scumbag Nate Crawford marry that two-faced Yara in the first place? They seem hell-bent on dragging you down with them,” Camille muttered, her irritation boiling over.
Across the table, Carrie tightened her grip on her knife and fork, her mind elsewhere.
She stabbed a piece of beef, dipped it absently into the sesame sauce Camille had prepared, and brought it to her lips. “They’re not doing well now, so of course, they won’t let me live peacefully,” she said quietly.
The beef in her mouth was tasteless, her appetite dampened by the growing weight in her chest.
It wasn’t the rumors about her that concerned Carrie the most—she could handle those.
What worried her was the potential damage to the film crew she was working with.
Negative publicity could disrupt everything.
Fortunately, Yara’s livestream didn’t last long.
It was reported and swiftly taken down, though the damage had already begun to spread online.
Not long after, Carrie’s phone started ringing.
The first call was from Soren, his tone urgent. “Carrie, did you see your sister’s livestream?”
“Yes,” Carrie replied, her voice heavy with fatigue. “And she’s not my sister—she’s my stepmother’s daughter.
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