My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 582:

The memory of Kristopher and Lise, entwined in the private room of the Oasis Club, surged forward like bile in her throat. Her stomach churned violently.

She stumbled to the bathroom, gripping the edge of the sink to steady herself. The image was seared into her mind—Lise’s smug smile, Kristopher’s betrayal. She barely made it to the toilet before vomiting.

The thought cut her like glass: How could he even bear to be near the woman responsible for their child’s death?

The next morning, Carrie awoke to an empty bed. Kristopher still hadn’t returned.

According to the maid, he’d flown abroad on a business trip, though she doubted the truth of it. Was he avoiding her, or was he truly preoccupied? She didn’t know, and the ambiguity gnawed at her.

She opened WhatsApp, scrolling aimlessly. Kristopher’s chat was buried at the bottom of her list, a grim reminder of how long it had been since he’d checked in on her.

habit he’d once nurtured—the texts, the small reassurances—had vanished, leaving nothing but

from Daxton popped to the top of her chat list. “Carrie, how are you feeling? The investigator told me there’s been progress on your case.” She hesitated before typing back. “Yes, we’ve uncovered more evidence. It proves Lise orchestrated

up and talk? Don’t bottle it all up alone.” Carrie stared at the words, her fingers hovering over

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“Alright. Let me know when you’re free.” After ending the

brainstorming session with Ruby and Camille still buzzed in her thoughts. Kristopher’s absence was a blessing in disguise; it gave her the

called the office on her way out, arranging a meeting with

sole shareholder, she had absolute control. The staff was in full swing, but she wanted buy-in from her team. Ruby and Camille would join her

conference room was already filled by the

had grown restless, their days spent clocking in

like a dark cloud over

walked in, her sharp gray suit cutting an imposing figure. Her hair was tied back neatly, every detail of her appearance a deliberate choice to