My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 308

Chapter 308:

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Kristopher caught himself before blurting out, “Or is it that you just don’t want to admit I’m your husband?” The thought sounded too much like jealousy, so he stopped himself just in time.

Carrie set the bottle of water on the table, her expression firm. “If I announce my marriage now—when I’m just starting out, working alongside a top-tier star, and facing all this negativity—people will just say every opportunity I’ve had came from you.”

Kristopher looked at her, genuinely baffled. “At least that’s better than them calling you a kept woman.”

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance in her gaze. “What exactly have you ever given me? Everything I’ve achieved so far has been through my own effort, not yours.”

He shrugged, utterly unfazed. “So, you’re blaming me for not handing you anything? Fine. If you want leading roles, exclusive deals, or top-tier campaigns, I’ll have Oliver sort it out right now.”

“Don’t bother.” She rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable. “Just stop, Kristopher.”

Carrie stood abruptly, the tension making it unbearable to stay seated next to him any longer. But Kristopher caught her wrist before she could move away completely. His voice held a sharp edge of frustration. “If you’ve got something to say, say it all. Leaving things half-said—is that your idea of fun?”

The sudden pull made her lose her balance, and she stumbled right into his arms. She recovered quickly, pushing herself away and stepping back, putting a safer distance between them.

This time, she didn’t hold back. Meeting his gaze, her tone turned serious. “I’m not asking for favors, Kristopher. All I want is for people to see my hard work for what it is. I refuse to hide behind anyone just because I’m scared of criticism.”

For a moment, Kristopher simply stared at her, taken aback by the determination in her eyes. Then, to her surprise, he gave a curt nod. “Fine. I get it.”

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The abrupt shift left Carrie momentarily caught off guard. She eyed him suspiciously, unsure if he truly meant it.

Before she could dwell on it, his gaze shifted past her toward Willow, who was setting dishes on the table. “Let’s eat,” he said with a steady tone.

“Alright,” Carrie murmured, turning toward the dining table.

They sat across from each other, the silence heavy but not unbearable. Kristopher picked up his fork but hesitated before placing a piece of meat onto Carrie’s plate. His tone was softer now, less combative. “If you need Oliver to handle anything, just tell me. You’re not alone in this, Carrie. You don’t have to beg anyone for help.”

Carrie’s eyes lingered on the piece of meat on her plate, the simple act feeling oddly meaningful. For the first time, she allowed herself to wonder if, when the time came for them to part ways, it would be possible to keep him in her life—not as a husband—but perhaps as a friend?

Lunch passed peacefully, with a fragile sense of calm holding steady. Once they finished eating, Kristopher headed off to his office. Left on her own without any filming obligations for the day, Carrie decided it was a good time for a change.

She thoughtfully went to her room to pick out a new outfit. Her choice fell on a light gray blouse, crisply tailored black trousers, and polished high heels, her hair pulled back into a sleek high ponytail. To assert a more commanding presence, she applied a coat of brick-red lipstick, enhancing her image as a formidable, self-assured professional.

Clutching an elegant elephant-gray designer bag, she descended the stairs. Willow noticed her immediately and, masking her reaction with a quick smile, approached her and asked, “Mrs. Norris, where are you off to?”

A sense of urgency flickered in Willow’s eyes, her probing tone setting Carrie on edge. Carrie hesitated, then calmly responded, “I’m just stepping out for some shopping.”

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