My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 347:

The real question hung in the air: Was their union legally binding, or merely a nominal claim of husband and wife?

Carrie stood next to Kristopher, feeling like a lifeless puppet as he casually draped his arm around her and said, “Yes, we are legally married.”

To erase any doubt, he whipped out his phone, displaying a photo of their marriage certificate and holding it up for all to see. The photographer wasted no time, zooming in and projecting the image of the marriage certificate onto the large screen.

Carrie stood frozen, her tightly clenched fists relaxing without her even realizing it. She distinctly recalled how Kristopher hadn’t even spared their marriage certificate a second look after they’d registered. So when had he managed to snap such a perfectly framed photo? He couldn’t have taken it earlier. He must have snapped it today, likely on the way to the event, preparing specifically for this grand reveal.

The Kristopher she knew was never one to act impulsively. Even this public revelation wasn’t spontaneous; he had clearly planned every aspect with precision. Whether she genuinely believed this or simply needed a way to rationalize it, the thought brought her an unexpected sense

charged toward the stage. Anticipating her outburst, the director had preemptively summoned

about the commotion, the director hurried over to intercept her. “Lise, please calm down,”

barked, “Out of my way! Kristopher would never treat me like this. That bitch Carrie must have manipulated him!”

she’d not only lose her position but also face the shame of being labeled the other woman. The more she dwelled on it, the more her fury grew, her eyes burning with malice. Why did Carrie always have

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And now, just when Lise was poised to reclaim her place, Carrie was stirring up trouble once

taking hold of Lise’s arm. “Mr. Norris has already spoken. What do you think you’ll achieve by going up there? Kicking up a fuss and

Fearing she might blurt out something impulsive, Elva gave her hand a subtle pinch and leaned in close to whisper,