My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 78:

Before he could respond, his phone buzzed.

The sharp sound broke the moment like shattering glass. He unlocked the phone to see a surveillance video from the private room she’d been in. With one hand, he captured her wandering fingers, holding them still. With the other, he played the video.

Carrie huffed, slumping back with a theatrical pout. “You’re working again? Why aren’t you ever smiling? You and that other guy are the same—both of you look like you’ve been carved out of stone. Who’d want someone like that?”

As the video played, Kristopher’s anger began to cool, though the storm clouds in his expression didn’t fully dissipate. The footage showed nothing too alarming—just people drinking and playing games. But then, toward the end, he noticed a man who bore a faint resemblance to himself sitting too close to Carrie. The so-called “toy boy” had dared to touch her leg.

Kristopher froze the video, took a screenshot, and sent it to Albin. Before he could type a message, Albin’s instant reply arrived: “Kristopher, don’t worry. We’ve handled that guy. He won’t use that hand again. We kicked him out of Orkset. He’s gone for good.”

Meanwhile, Carrie, still teetering on the edge of her drunken haze, watched him with narrowed eyes. “That phone of yours… You’re glued to it. Is work really that demanding, or are you just too busy with her?”

Her voice cracked, the hurt bleeding through despite her attempt at sarcasm.

Kristopher paused, unbuttoning the top of his shirt as if the fabric itself had grown suffocating. “Look at yourself,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut. “You’re making a spectacle of yourself. You’re embarrassing the Norris family.”

“Go to places like this again, and I’ll personally make sure you can’t walk there.” His words were meant to hit hard, but Carrie, far from cowering, fired back with unfiltered frustration.

“Embarrassing the Norris family?” she echoed bitterly. “Who even knows I’m part of it? Everyone thinks she’s your wife. To the world, I’m just some secret you keep hidden away. The Norris family might be filthy rich, but what did I get? No wedding, no acknowledgment. People probably think I’m just your mistress!”

Kristopher felt an odd twinge in his heart, struggling to determine if it came from sympathy, but the sensation quickly faded when Carrie snapped, “Kristopher the Jerk.”

His face tightened into an icy mask as he shot back with biting sarcasm. “You claimed the wedding didn’t matter to you, yet here you are, throwing it in my face. Seems to me, you’re the real hypocrite, not me.”

Carrie paused, her brow furrowing as she thought it over before shaking her head dismissively. “Hypocrite? Hardly. I take responsibility for my choices. But I do regret the day I handed over that twenty million. He wasted my money on fancy clothes and trinkets for his precious darling!”

Kristopher let out a scornful laugh. “Believe me, your little fortune would be useless to me, even if I were to hit rock bottom.”noveldrama

Carrie shrugged casually. “Bankrupt, are you? Well, join the club. You’re quite the catch, but I’m tapped out. I can’t afford your price tag, so maybe you should just go.” She straightened her posture, reaching for the car door, intent on leaving.

In a swift motion, Kristopher yanked her back against him, his tone sharp. “What now? Didn’t learn your lesson last time? Trying to pull that jumping-out-of-the-car stunt again?”

For a brief moment, Carrie remained silent, trapped in his hold. Kristopher thought he had unnerved her, but how logical could a drunk person really be?

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