My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 604:

At the funeral home, Gracie’s body lay in a mourning hall, surrounded by flickering candles and wreaths of flowers.

Carrie knelt in the quiet of the mourning hall, her voice soft yet weary as she addressed Daxton. “You have had a long day. You should go home and rest.”

Daxton stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “Carrie, you have been through so much today. Let me stay and help.”

She shook her head, her voice gentle but firm. “You have done enough. Go home and rest. I will let you know about the burial arrangements.”

He hesitated, his hand clenching briefly before releasing. His eyes flicked to Kristopher, a storm of unspoken words swirling behind them, but he said nothing.

Instead, he offered her a small nod, muttered a few words of advice, and walked away.

Carrie turned back, her gaze collided with

a second before looking right past him, her demeanor cool and detached, as if he

left, leaving only the faint, somber glow of the funeral hall lights. The stillness felt heavy, almost

to see again.” Tonight, the words struck a chord within her, resonating deeply. The temperature in the hall was already low, designed to preserve the body. With the

thin mat, Carrie could feel the coldness of the floor seeping through, an unrelenting ache that settled

for a moment, watching her hunched form before walking over. Without

jacket closer, its faint warmth a welcome reprieve. She

fall ill—not when she had

existed under the same roof like strangers

meals, fresh clothes, or water. Carrie accepted these necessities without complaint but never uttered a single word

on what truly mattered: ensuring Gracie left this world in