My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 616

Chapter 616:

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Tears welled up in Lise’s eyes, glistening under the dim lights. She tried to defend herself, her voice trembling. “You shouldn’t blame me, Kristopher. You should blame yourself. You gave me hope. You pulled me out of the darkness. You’re exceptional…”

How could I not fall in love with you? Everything I did to Carrie, I did because you drove me to it. I loved you too much… I wanted you to be mine, only mine.”

Her voice cracked as she broke into a desperate sob. Kristopher’s face darkened further. Whatever shred of compassion he might have once felt for her had vanished, replaced by nothing but disgust and hatred.

His hand shot out, gripping her chin tightly. “You have no right to talk about love,” he hissed. “You’ve turned that word into something filthy. If I could, I would kill you right now in exchange for Carrie’s return.”

For a moment, Lise was stunned, but then she let out a cold, mocking laugh. She met his eyes, a twisted smile curling her lips. “Kristopher, since you made me fall in love with you, you shouldn’t have gone after Carrie. You ruined her yourself. You killed your baby yourself.”

Kristopher shoved her away, his tone sharp and furious. “Stop spouting nonsense! How could I have harmed Carrie? Do you think you can escape guilt by blaming me?”

Lise steadied herself on the armrest, her sneer deepening. “When Carrie first mentioned divorce, you defended me at every turn. You tried to make me into your sister—a stand-in for the guilt you carried after Lisa’s death—and at the same time, you wanted to play the role of a perfect husband for Carrie. They were right. You wanted everything to go your way. But I’m not your sister, Kristopher. I’m your ex-girlfriend. How could I ever coexist peacefully with Carrie?”

Kristopher’s chest tightened. Her words echoed in his mind, a cruel and relentless melody that grated on his nerves.

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The tension made him tug at his collar. He drew in a sharp breath before stating firmly, “None of this changes anything. My decision is final. I’ll have someone pick you up tonight. You’re leaving Orkset.”

Before his words could fully settle, the door to the apartment swung open with a forceful bang. Billie stormed in with an imposing presence. “I dare anyone to try and make her leave Orkset!”

Billie settled firmly between Kristopher and Lise, her posture protective as she shielded Lise like a mother bear guarding her cub. “Lise can’t go abroad,” Billie said coldly. “How is she supposed to survive all alone in a foreign country?”

Kristopher sat still, his head lowered, as if the weight of the entire conversation had crushed him. His voice was low but steady when he replied, “Even if I don’t do anything, Carrie won’t just let this go.”

He slowly raised his head, his tired eyes locking onto Billie’s. “Mom,” he said, the exhaustion etched into every syllable, “we’re talking about two lives here. The pain we felt losing Lisa is the same pain Carrie is feeling now. Back then, you couldn’t forgive the man who caused the accident. How can we expect Carrie to forgive her?”

Billie’s eyes widened, her rage building like a storm. “Back then?” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “How dare you even bring that up? You failed to protect Lisa then, and now you want to send Lise abroad to fend for herself! She’s your sister! She shares the same blood as you!”

Her grip tightened around Lise’s hand, as if letting go would mean losing her forever.

Kristopher’s expression remained impassive. “Even if Lisa were still alive, she would have to face the consequences of her actions. The medical care abroad is advanced. I’ll cover her expenses, and Lise can still live a good life there.”

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