My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 18:

Silence enveloped the car as Kristopher turned his gaze toward the window, a nonverbal nod that Oliver had come to recognize as assent over their years together.noveldrama

It was Kristopher’s way of giving Carrie a chance to mend things.

With a deep breath, Oliver dialed Carrie’s number.

The line buzzed a haunting tune before her voice, uncharacteristically icy, cut through. “Hello?”

The chill in her tone was a stark contrast to the warmth he was used to, mirroring the frostiness that often surrounded Kristopher.

Choosing his words with care, while gauging Kristopher’s stoic expression, Oliver began, “Mrs. Norris… Mr. Norris has a business trip scheduled for tomorrow. Would you mind preparing his luggage?”

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Carrie was roused from a deep sleep by the ring, her voice laced with a blend of disbelief and resentment. “Hasn’t he received the divorce papers yesterday?”

Despite their marriage being one of convenience, Carrie had embraced her role wholeheartedly.

Now, Oliver’s request made her feel reduced to a mere servant in Kristopher’s eyes.

Once, her love for Kristopher had made such tasks bearable, even meaningful.

But with a divorce looming, Carrie found herself questioning why she would continue to play the dutiful wife.

Carrie’s irritability that morning, fueled by her discontent with Kristopher, erupted violently.

She sarcastically snapped at Oliver, “You’re employed by Norris Group, so comprehension shouldn’t be an issue, should it? Must I spell out what divorce means to you? Once it’s finalized, your boss and I are nothing more than strangers. Reaching out to me now is as random as asking a stranger on the street for help. Can’t your boss find someone to pack his suitcase? If it’s truly such a struggle, tell him to throw more money at the problem. It’s not as if he is strapped for cash!”

“Mrs. Norris, I…” Oliver attempted to explain, but the call was abruptly cut off by Carrie, leaving him stunned and blocked on his next attempt to reconnect.

“Mr. Norris…” Oliver turned to Kristopher, his voice tinged with apprehension.

The car fell into a tense silence, the sharp dialogue from the phone call still hanging heavy in the air.

Kristopher, his expression unreadable in the dim light, his face partially obscured by shadows, replied icily, “I heard every word.” His gaze held the chilling sparkle of ice over a winter lake.

On the other side, Carrie, having been woken up by the call, decided to rise.

She checked her bank account balance and immediately regretted impulsively transferring most of her savings to Kristopher.

She admonished herself for not leaving out at least a million for unexpected emergencies.

Between rent, daily expenses, and her grandmother’s ongoing medical treatments—the financial burdens were mounting.

Throughout the previous year, she had neglected her acting pursuits and hadn’t made any significant strides in her scriptwriting sideline.

Inspiration had been elusive, and honing a script demanded a substantial investment of time.

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