My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 453:

Her hand went limp, and her phone slipped from her fingers, falling onto the marble floor. The screen shattered in a web of cracks.

Why? Why was Carrie so lucky?

Kristopher sat on the couch for a good half-hour, his face reflecting his hesitation. Eventually, he got up and headed toward the bedroom. When he reached for the door handle, he felt it wouldn’t budge. It took him a second to realize that Carrie had locked it from the inside. But since all the locks in the house were synced to his fingerprint, her small act of defiance wasn’t enough to stop him.

Just as he was about to press his finger to the lock sensor, his phone started ringing. He pulled out his phone and saw Lise’s name flashing on the screen. He lowered his hand and walked down the staircase before answering the call.

through the line, frantic and shaky. “Mr. Norris! It’s Lise—she had a heart attack. They’ve taken her to

At Bayview Villa…

the shadows. A chill crept through her chest, leaving

five minutes later, carrying two bags of barbecue and a

news on Twitter and thought, why not celebrate with your favorite barbecue? Drama like this? Top-tier entertainment. Even

delivery apps, no flashy promotions—just a crowd of loyal regulars who kept its reputation alive. She realized how long

a small shrug, Carrie felt a bit of the heaviness in her heart lift. She shut the door and trailed after Camille. Camille, true to form, kicked her

as an everyday carpet. Carrie’s mind did the math in seconds: cleaning that rug alone would set them back over a thousand dollars. Then again, whether the damage was a faint smudge or a full-blown disaster, it hardly seemed to matter anymore. Deciding it wasn’t worth

bag, grabbed a skewer of chicken wings, and wiped her greasy fingers carelessly on the priceless rug. Carrie threw up her hands in silent surrender.