My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 347

Chapter 347:

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The real question hung in the air: Was their union legally binding, or merely a nominal claim of husband and wife?

Carrie stood next to Kristopher, feeling like a lifeless puppet as he casually draped his arm around her and said, “Yes, we are legally married.”

To erase any doubt, he whipped out his phone, displaying a photo of their marriage certificate and holding it up for all to see. The photographer wasted no time, zooming in and projecting the image of the marriage certificate onto the large screen.

Carrie stood frozen, her tightly clenched fists relaxing without her even realizing it. She distinctly recalled how Kristopher hadn’t even spared their marriage certificate a second look after they’d registered. So when had he managed to snap such a perfectly framed photo? He couldn’t have taken it earlier. He must have snapped it today, likely on the way to the event, preparing specifically for this grand reveal.

Of course. The Kristopher she knew was never one to act impulsively. Even this public revelation wasn’t spontaneous; he had clearly planned every aspect with precision. Whether she genuinely believed this or simply needed a way to rationalize it, the thought brought her an unexpected sense of peace. Keeping her hopes low meant protecting herself from disappointment. She had already allowed herself to care more than she should have, and she wasn’t willing to let that pain cut her again.

Meanwhile, Lise caught snippets of staff gossip, their hushed voices abuzz with claims that Kristopher had appeared at the show for Carrie. Seething with rage, she charged toward the stage. Anticipating her outburst, the director had preemptively summoned every available security guard to block her path, creating a human shield in the hallway.

Hearing from security about the commotion, the director hurried over to intercept her. “Lise, please calm down,” he urged.

Lise discarded any pretense of delicacy, her tone sharp and impatient as she barked, “Out of my way! Kristopher would never treat me like this. That bitch Carrie must have manipulated him!” Kristopher had never wanted a divorce. Carrie must have used that to push him into making the announcement.

Until this moment, the world had seen Lise as Kristopher’s one and only love. If the episode went public, she’d not only lose her position but also face the shame of being labeled the other woman. The more she dwelled on it, the more her fury grew, her eyes burning with malice. Why did Carrie always have to ruin everything for her?

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Two years ago, during her fallout with Kristopher, Carrie had swooped in and married him. And now, just when Lise was poised to reclaim her place, Carrie was stirring up trouble once more. Lise once felt invincible, convinced that as long as she held onto her trump card, Kristopher would never abandon her. But now…

Elva hurried over to them, offering the director an apologetic smile before taking hold of Lise’s arm. “Mr. Norris has already spoken. What do you think you’ll achieve by going up there? Kicking up a fuss and causing a scene?”

Lise hesitated, her anger momentarily subsiding as she shot a glare at Elva. Fearing she might blurt out something impulsive, Elva gave her hand a subtle pinch and leaned in close to whisper, “Think about the bigger picture. The show isn’t live; it’s pre-recorded. Instead of stirring up trouble now, wouldn’t it be smarter to persuade Mr. Norris to re-record the episode later?”

Turning to the director, Elva smoothly interjected, “Lise isn’t feeling well—her heart’s acting up. She won’t be able to continue filming today.”

“Could you ask Vicky to arrange for another friend to come?” Lise’s voice was tinged with frustration, but Elva remained calm.

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