My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 720

Chapter 720:

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She looked at him in disbelief, her hand stinging from the force of his grip. Seizing the opportunity, Aliza feigned a stumble, deliberately bumping into Carrie.

At the same time, Kathleen, who had quietly slipped into the scene, extended her foot behind Carrie with calculated precision.

It happened too quickly. Carrie’s heel caught on Kathleen’s foot, and she twisted her ankle. With no time to regain her balance, she stumbled backward and fell hard to the ground.

Carrie sat on the ground, her ankle throbbing painfully. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

She felt humiliated. She had never imagined that Kristopher—the man who had once stood up for her, who had once protected her—would turn around and do this. All it took was a heart, and everything had changed.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, even as anger burned within her. She couldn’t understand how someone as successful and influential as Kristopher could be so completely controlled by a single heart. She pitied herself for caring, and she pitied Kristopher for being so blinded by his obligations.

Kristopher, noticing she was still on the ground, hurried over, his expression tense.

He reached out to help her up, his voice softer than before. “Carrie, let me help you.”

“Get away from me,” Carrie snapped, brushing his hand off sharply. “I wouldn’t dare trouble someone as important as you, Mr. Norris.” Her voice was cutting, her words dripping with sarcasm.

She glanced at Omar, who was still crouched on the ground, clutching his chest. Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “You should go check on that man. After all, the heart you treasure so much doesn’t seem to be doing very well in him right now.”

Kristopher turned his gaze to Omar, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he said coldly, “Aliza, call an ambulance.”

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Aliza hesitated, clearly reluctant. Whether Omar was faking or genuinely unwell, she didn’t want to go through the hassle. It was already dinner time, and she was more interested in filling her stomach than dealing with an ambulance.

But Omar had played the act this far, making it hard to back out now.

Seeing her hesitation, Kathleen stepped forward, her tone scolding. “What are you waiting for, Aliza? Call for help!”

As she spoke, Kathleen subtly glanced at Aliza, careful to avoid Kristopher’s line of sight. It was a signal, an unspoken instruction.

“Oh, right, I’ll call now,” Aliza muttered, snapping out of her daze. She quickly pulled out her phone and began dialing.

Omar glanced at Aliza and Kathleen’s forced concern. Once, he might have yearned for their attention—someone to care about him. But now that he had it, it felt hollow. Their concern wasn’t real; it was nothing but a façade. It was too little, too late.

Kristopher, meanwhile, turned his attention back to Carrie. His eyes fell on her exposed ankle, which was already red and swollen. Concern flickered across his face. “Did you twist your ankle?” he asked, his voice softening. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

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