My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 100:

In Yara’s mind, flashy hair was a hallmark of someone trying too hard to stand out—a showboat with no substance. No matter how much wealth or status this mystery man flaunted, he couldn’t hold a candle to Kristopher’s gravitas.

Tristan’s skepticism deepened. “Carrie? With another man? That doesn’t add up. She loves Kristopher to the bone. They’re still legally married. Why would she risk everything to cheat on him?”

Though Tristan didn’t hold Carrie in high regard, he recognized her unwavering loyalty—just like her mother’s. Love for her, it seemed, was an unyielding vow.

But Yara’s eyes gleamed with a sinister light. “She might not be cheating, but the cracks in her marriage are obvious. Men like that don’t miss opportunities. And if someone like him swoops in, it won’t matter what Carrie wants. The Norris family would never tolerate a scandal like that.”

She’d be out on her ear.” Her lips curled into a subtle smile. Divorce would be Carrie’s undoing, and Yara’s golden ticket to becoming Mrs. Norris.

Tristan didn’t seem to catch the scheming undertone in her voice. He waved dismissively. “Let it go, Yara. Whatever mess she’s in has nothing to do with us. Even if she stays married to Kristopher, there’s no benefit for us anymore.”noveldrama

But Yara wasn’t ready to drop it. Her gaze sharpened as a cunning idea took shape. “Dad, do you remember Nate Crawford?”

Tristan gave a curt nod. “I remember him. What of it?”

Yara’s smirk widened, her tone laced with quiet triumph. “He’s still obsessed with Carrie. Why not use him to our advantage?”

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Nate Crawford, the only heir of the Crawford family, had once been Tristan’s pick for Carrie’s husband. Even after Carrie married Kristopher, Nate’s obsession had only grown stronger, fueled by a toxic mix of longing and envy.

If Carrie were to get divorced, she would be at risk of losing the crucial protection that Kristopher offered. Yara had gleaned as much during a private party where Nate, drunk and reckless, spilled his feelings.

“Think about it,” Yara pressed, her voice low and persuasive. “If we nudge him toward Carrie, it could be our way back into the Crawfords’ good graces. Those promises they made back then? They’re still on the table. And right now, our family could use their connections more than ever.”

Tristan sighed heavily, doubt shadowing his face. “Carrie would never agree. She turned down Nate without a second thought, and that’s how she ended up crossing paths with Kristopher. The last time I brought up the Crawfords, she blocked my number. Besides, no man would dare go near her while she’s still tied to Kristopher.”

It’d be suicide for their reputation.” Carrie’s fiery rejection of Tristan’s meddling had left an unmistakable sting, one he wasn’t eager to relive.

But Yara’s determination was unshaken. “Everyone has an Achilles’ heel, Dad. You just need to find it. Even the strongest will fall if you press the right nerve.” Her words hung in the air like a loaded gun, only to be interrupted by a new voice.

A woman, her figure wrapped in elegance and wealth, stepped forward. Her eyes, cold as winter glass, gleamed with calculation.

It was Cindy Green, Tristan’s second wife, who had freshly emerged from the boutique where she’d been trying on clothes. A sardonic smile played on Cindy’s lips as she joined the conversation. “If Nate Crawford wants a taste of Kristopher’s woman, what does it matter to us? In fact, it might be exactly what we need.”

Several days later, just as dawn broke, a persistent knocking roused Carrie from her sleep.

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