My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 485:

Laughter rippled through the room as the crowd joined in with playful teasing. “Exactly! Carrie, you remember us from high school, right? We weren’t all bad! Cleaning duty, helping you out—we did our share. Come on, cut us some slack here. We’re not trying to steal your husband. Just let us toast him—maybe some of his success will rub off on us!”

Amused, Carrie glanced at Kristopher, her heart swelling with pride. She gave a small nod, her voice soft but confident. “Go ahead, have a drink.”

That was all it took. Everyone, except for Ailyn, rose to their feet, raising their glasses with eager smiles. They drained their drinks in a single gulp, while Kristopher, in contrast, merely took a small sip, barely moistening his lips. The gesture wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. Very few people in Orkset—or anywhere, really—could boast of convincing Kristopher Norris to drink an entire glass with them.

As the toasts continued, the waitstaff began bringing in dish after dish, each one more extravagant than the last. These weren’t the original items listed for the evening. Instead, a lineup of rare and luxurious seafood had taken their place. Everyone knew the reason why. This sudden upgrade was thanks to Kristopher’s presence—a benefit Carrie had effortlessly brought about. And it had absolutely nothing to do with Ailyn.

of the gathering, now sat in the shadows, her shoulders stiff with humiliation. The lavish dishes that graced the table—delicacies she rarely had the chance to enjoy—and the sight of million-dollar wine bottles, once an unattainable dream, only deepened her misery. Knowing it was all because of Carrie snuffed out any appetite she might have had. Clutching her fork tightly, she stared blankly at the

was no longer part of. Camille, catching sight of Ailyn’s defeated expression, felt her spirits lift considerably. Even

“You know, love really is about destiny. Watching how much Kristopher has changed for

her expression warm yet composed. “And Albin treats you well too,” she replied softly. Their eyes met for a brief

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having showered Carrie with subtle affection all evening, had clearly earned her admiration. She decided to return the favor, fully intending to play the role of the perfect wife by peeling shrimp and crab for him. But just as she reached for the crab, Camille pushed a bowl toward her. It was already filled with perfectly peeled shrimp and crab meat, courtesy

ordinary. Carrie accepted without hesitation, spooning some into her own bowl and Kristopher’s. Watching their interaction, Albin suppressed a smirk. These three were untouchable. Best not

at Carrie and Camille was like a dagger to her chest. She couldn’t believe the twist of fate that had placed them on such