My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 711

Chapter 711:

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He had pitied her. Then he had trusted her. And in that misplaced trust, he had made the gravest mistake of his life.

That mistake had cost him dearly—his wife, his child, and the chance at a future that could have been.

The weight of his regret consumed him. Pain tore through his chest, raw and unforgiving, until it became unbearable.

If only he could undo his mistakes.

With a surge of anger, Kristopher grabbed the remote control and hurled it across the room.

The heavy device struck the display stand, sending it toppling forward. An antique vase, worth millions, shattered on the floor in an explosion of porcelain shards.

Kristopher stared at the wreckage, feeling nothing. To him, it was just a meaningless pile of trash.

From a distance, the maids watched anxiously, too afraid to step forward. On the phone, Albin heard the crash. A chill ran down his spine, Kristopher’s rage palpable even through the call.

Trying to ease the tension, Albin cautiously added, “Kristopher, there’s some good news. I’ve managed to locate the true recipient of Lisa’s heart. His name is Omar Evans. He’s a young man.”

Kristopher, already aware from his visit to the hospital, responded absently, “I know.”

Sensing Kristopher’s lack of reaction, Albin flipped through the notes on his phone and pressed on. “There’s more. You’ll never guess this—Omar is related to Bernie’s wife. He’s her nephew.”

Kristopher’s eyes narrowed, the pieces falling into place.

Images flashed through his mind: Aliza’s face, followed by the thin young man’s. The resemblance was subtle but undeniable—the same shape to their mouths, the same set of their noses.

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Omar was Aliza’s cousin.

Kristopher remained silent, his thoughts calculating. Albin hesitated, checking his phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “Kristopher, did you hear me? What do you want to do about Lise now?”

Kristopher’s voice, when he spoke, was cold and unfeeling. “Gather all the evidence and send it to the police. Tell them to handle the case thoroughly.” He emphasized the last word, his tone sharp and final. There was no trace of the years he had spent protecting Lise, no hint of the misplaced affection that had blinded him. To Kristopher, she was now a stranger—someone who had taken everything from him and deserved no mercy.

The news left Carrie restless. The interest in watching a movie evaporated as her thoughts turned to one thing: finding a way to hasten Lise’s path to justice. With the Morrison family out for the evening and Camille back in Orkset, Carrie found herself alone and uncertain of her next move.

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