My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 842:

She didn’t elaborate, nor did she spare Kristopher a single glance, treating him as if he didn’t exist.

Kyson immediately understood that she didn’t want to discuss specifics of her condition, so he didn’t press further. Instead, he asked, “Are you heading home or to the company? I can give you a ride.”

His attention remained entirely on Carrie, as if Kristopher wasn’t even there.

The three of them stood in the same space, yet Kristopher felt like a ghost—unnoticed and unnecessary.

Carrie hesitated for a moment. Normally, she wouldn’t want to trouble Kyson, but there were no taxis nearby, and Kristopher had become an ever-present shadow, lingering around her.

After a brief consideration, she nodded. “Okay. Sorry for the trouble.” She walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in. Kyson pressed the gas, smoothly merging into traffic.

As she adjusted her seatbelt, she glanced at the rearview mirror. Kristopher was still standing there, watching her.

Even from a distance, she could tell he had lost weight. His once-sharp features were even more defined, and he looked noticeably exhausted. In the past, seeing him like this would have broken her heart. She would have worried, would have wanted to take his pain as her own. But now? She felt…

Nothing. Not sadness, not concern—just indifference. Had this been before, she would have done anything to help him. But now, his suffering had nothing to do with her.

If anything, she suspected his pain was self-inflicted for the sake of another woman. Worse, he had nearly killed her and Arion in the process.

That night at the racetrack still haunted her. If Arion hadn’t slammed on the brakes just in time, the collision could have been fatal. At that speed, all three of them might have died.

She could have accepted her own death, but Arion? He was young, brilliant, and kind. His future was limitless.

If he had died because of her entanglement with Kristopher, she would have never forgiven Kristopher—and even less herself.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Her love for Kristopher had perished in the chaos of their wedding.

The Carrie she was now had more important people to protect.

As for Kristopher… yes, he had been good to her, but was it really love? And even if it was, she didn’t want just a part of it.

She didn’t want to compare herself to other women, measuring who had more of his affection and who had less. She wanted all of it—or nothing at all.noveldrama

Kristopher stood frozen, watching the car disappear into traffic. It took him a long time to recover.

He didn’t understand himself anymore. Every time he encountered Carrie, he acted in ways that didn’t make sense.

His mind told him to hate her, to look down on her, to dismiss her entirely. Yet his body, his instincts—everything in him—wanted to chase her, to hold on to her.

What the hell was wrong with him? A thought flashed through his mind, and he pulled out his phone, sending a message to Albin. “What was my past with Carrie like?”

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