My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 606:

Melany’s eyes shimmered with tears, her voice thick with emotion. “It is our family’s misfortune that we failed you, that we couldn’t keep you or the baby. If you ever face hardship, Carrie, come to us. We will always support you.”

This quiet exchange carried an unspoken agreement—the elderly couple had tacitly accepted the inevitable end of Carrie and Kristopher’s marriage. It was a union that had borne too much pain and loss, a bond that could not survive without leading to more heartbreak.

When it came time to honor Gracie, the Norris family spared no effort. The funeral was grand yet dignified, attended by wealthy and influential guests who offered flowers and paid their respects. Even Kristopher had used his connections to locate and invite old neighbors from Gracie’s hometown, ensuring the ceremony reflected her legacy.

Gracie’s grave had been prepared long ago, right beside her husband’s. Few noticed his grave—except for Daxton. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the small photo etched onto the tombstone. Francis Moran?

Recognition struck him like a thunderbolt. The man in the photo was not just anyone. It was Josh—the elusive piano prodigy from the Morrison family, the one Daxton had spent years searching for. A chill ran down his spine. He thought, “No wonder I found no trace of him in Foxfire. A dead man cannot leave tracks.”

placed to conceal the name and photo on the tombstone. “If Melany recognizes this…” he thought grimly. Melany had met

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quietly. “I will not return to Bayview Villa. Arrange a time for the divorce decree,

anger, but it cut

Daxton stepped forward, his voice light yet tinged with genuine concern. “Carrie, let

her head. “Thank you, Daxton, but I am fine. I’m going back to Ripples Complex. Camille

her mention Camille, Albin pushed his way through the thinning crowd, his awkward smile not quite masking his unease. “I can give you two a ride,” he offered

withering glance, her tone ice-cold.

a reply, she looped her arm through Carrie’s and led her toward the car. Neither woman looked

crackling with unspoken hostility. Kristopher’s gaze sharpened as he turned to Daxton,