My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 629

Chapter 629:

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Reece’s eyes sparkled as he nodded, his enthusiasm bubbling over. “Yes, yes!”

Carrie’s breath caught, her lips parting slightly as surprise flashed across her face. She hadn’t expected this piano to be worth more than the one Kristopher had gifted her.

A shadow passed over her expression before she managed a faint, bittersweet smile. Her voice trembled, layered with melancholy. “My grandmother had been sick for so long—medications, hospital bills, school fees… It’s always been one thing after another. Money’s never been easy for us. Grandma sold every piece of jewelry she had, but somehow, she kept this. She must’ve loved it more than I ever realized.”

Reece leaned in slightly, his tone soft and steady. “Your grandfather was a generous man. It seems the people he loved carried that same kindness. Maybe now, wherever they are, they’ve found peace—together.” Reece gently comforted her.

Carrie blinked rapidly, as though trying to push back tears, and nodded. “You’re right,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with Camille’s name. Reece, ever perceptive, set his fork down and smiled gently. “Take it. I’ll step outside for a smoke, get some fresh air.”

As Carrie answered the call, Reece made his way to the hallway. He leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. He reached into his coat, then cursed under his breath—he’d forgotten his lighter.

Before he could go back for it, a hand appeared in his peripheral vision, holding out a sleek lighter.

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The intricate design, adorned with a blue diamond, caught the light, sparkling like a taunt.

Reece didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Kristopher stood a few feet away, his expression unreadable except for the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

For a moment, Reece hesitated, staring at the lighter. His admiration for Kristopher had long faded, replaced by a gnawing disdain after learning what Carrie had endured.

The man he once respected now felt like a stranger, a hypocrite draped in charm.

For Carrie’s sake, he held back from punching Kristopher right there.

Without a word, Reece dropped the unlit cigarette into a nearby trash can and straightened. He turned to leave, but as they brushed past, Kristopher’s voice, low and cutting, stopped him in his tracks. “She’s not someone you should get involved with.”

Reece’s steps faltered. He turned, his gaze calm but unyielding. “And what gives you the right to say that?”

He knew Kristopher misunderstood his relationship with Carrie, but he had no intention of explaining. Seeing Kristopher’s demeanor, it was clear he hadn’t given up on Carrie. Letting him believe Carrie had moved on might not be a bad thing.

Kristopher’s smirk deepened, his tone cool. “She’s my wife. You should know better than to mess with a friend’s wife.”

Reece let out a dry laugh. “Friend? We’re business associates at best, Kristopher. Let’s not pretend it’s anything more.” His gaze hardened, the sarcasm unmistakable. “Besides, if memory serves, you’re divorced. Carrie’s free to make her own choices now.”

Kristopher’s gaze darkened, his narrowed eyes gleaming with a calculated coldness. “I’ve always admired the Morrison’s business acumen,” he said, his tone sharp as ice. “But I didn’t expect the Morrison family to leverage personal relationships to climb in the music world. Quite the strategy.”

Reece stiffened, his brows knitting together. The accusation hit like a splinter under the skin—irritating and unwarranted. He studied Kristopher’s expression, trying to decipher the hidden layers of the jab, but the man’s face was unreadable, save for the faintest curl of his lips.

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