My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 349

Chapter 349:

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Stewart, sensing the brewing storm, stepped in to intervene. “I can play the guitar.”

“How about a duet with you instead?” But Vicky wasn’t about to let him derail her plan. She shot him a pointed look. “Mr. Lopez, this isn’t your moment to play the knight in shining armor. Her husband’s right here, isn’t he?”

Stewart hesitated, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. With a sheepish laugh, he said, “That’s not what I meant. With you two stealing the spotlight, we old-timers need to elbow our way in for some airtime.”

Vicky arched a brow, her smile as cold as winter frost. “Violin and guitar don’t exactly harmonize well. If you’re keen on screen time, perhaps you could perform a solo later.”

Her words carried the sting of dismissal, but she couldn’t have cared less. In her eyes, Stewart’s clumsy attempt to mediate only confirmed what she already believed—that Carrie had no talent to speak of.

This was her moment to expose Carrie and paint her as nothing more than a woman riding her husband’s coattails. And in this era of social media, Vicky thought with grim satisfaction, even Kristopher’s influence wouldn’t be enough to stifle the roar of public opinion once she lit the spark.

The host, guests, and audience all shifted their attention to Carrie. Like Vicky, they had pegged Carrie as merely a decorative figure, a trophy wife. The look of admiration and envy they once held quickly morphed into one of disdain. What could a woman who seemingly possessed only beauty contribute to such a wealthy family? The female audience members felt indignant, each secretly wishing for Carrie to make a fool of herself and be ousted by Kristopher.

Kristopher’s eyes lifted, sending a chilling stare towards Vicky. Her overly styled, influencer-like appearance made no impact on him. People like Vicky were nothing more than insignificant fools, unable to cause any real harm. He wasn’t concerned about Carrie in the slightest. If anything, he felt sorry for Vicky, how unlucky she was to have angered Carrie.

Kristopher then shifted his focus to the woman next to him, his beloved. Observing her composed and unaffected manner, he was struck by how similar Carrie was to himself. The woman standing before him blended with the memory of the poised figure who, years ago, had proposed their contractual marriage. She was the same yet transformed. It was as if a once dormant bud had blossomed into something brilliant and captivating.

A whirlwind of emotions churned within him. He felt a swell of pride, yet also a subtle, inexplicable sense of loss. She no longer seemed to require his protection as she once did.

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When the mood was just right, Vicky pretended to be generous. “If Carrie doesn’t know how, I won’t push her. I can perform solo.”

Carrie responded calmly, “We could do a duet.”

“I can play the piano. I don’t know many songs, just a handful.”

Vicky was momentarily stunned by the response, caught in a tactical bind. If she consented to the duet, Carrie might choose a piece she excelled in, potentially turning the tables and making Vicky the subject of ridicule instead. Her scheme to embarrass Carrie might just backfire.

As Vicky pondered her next move, a sudden idea occurred to her. Remembering Lise’s earlier mention of a piano, she quickly began searching on her phone.

Her search revealed a photo of an elegant, unknown man with a piano. Vicky, seeing an opportunity to deflect, smirked and shifted the topic. “Oh, you play the piano? What kind of piano did Mr. Norris get for you? Do tell, let’s expand our knowledge.”

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