My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 683

Chapter 683:

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Carrie strolled back into the room just in time to catch their conversation. She set the sugar cubes on the table, her tone light but thoughtful. “You know, no matter how similar two people’s features might be, their vibe is never the same,” she mused.

She glanced at Marina and added with a casual wave of her hand, “Take that celebrity’s body double, for example—the one who had plastic surgery to look exactly like the original. Sure, their features were identical, but anyone paying attention could tell the difference right away. It’s all in the energy they give off.”

Carrie’s remark struck a chord in Marina, shifting her perspective in an instant. Her rigid thoughts softened as she mulled it over.

She thought about Daxton. He had always been calm, polite, even charming—a far cry from the dark figure who had haunted her memory of that snowy day in Izrosa.

Even when she’d caused trouble for Carrie at the mall, Daxton had been nothing but composed. He’d stepped in to de-escalate, never once raising his voice or acting harshly.

“If the man I saw back then really was Daxton,” she thought with growing clarity, “I wouldn’t still be standing here.”

The realization hit her like a gust of fresh air, clearing away the lingering dread. With that, the tightness in her chest eased. Her fear began to dissolve.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Marina said, her voice quiet but steady. She met Daxton’s gaze, sincerity etched into her features. “I must have mistaken you for someone else.”

Daxton responded with a gracious smile, waving her apology aside. “It’s really no big deal, Miss Webster. It’s perfectly normal to mistake someone for someone else.” He hesitated briefly, then added with a curious tilt of his head, “Though I am curious—what does this person who looks like me look like? Do you have any photos?”

His measured retreat eased the tension in the air, and Marina felt a wave of relief wash over her.

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Marina shook her head quickly, almost too quickly. “No, I don’t. I only caught a glimpse of him in a crowd. It was from far away, so I probably just saw it wrong.”

“I see.” Daxton’s smile remained, but his eyes held a flicker of something more—calculation, perhaps.

Marina’s response confirmed what he had already suspected. Her reaction at the mall, combined with her time studying abroad, pointed to one undeniable conclusion: she must have seen him in Izrosa. Specifically, on that day.

He remembered the moment vividly. That had been no ordinary kill.

It was necessary, executed in broad daylight with no time to cover his tracks.

Both the police and Daxton had been hunting the same man, but Daxton had gotten there first. The evidence the man held could have landed Daxton in prison for life.

If anyone else had seen him that day, he wouldn’t have hesitated to silence them. But Marina was different. Hurting her would draw attention from both the Webster and Morrison families, complicating things far more than he could afford.

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