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.”

photo on the tombstone. “If Melany recognizes this…” he

Carrie, his expression a mix

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before he could finish, her gaze cold but steady. “Let us end this here,” she said quietly. “I will not return to Bayview Villa.

calm, devoid of anger, but it cut deeper than any shout

his voice light yet tinged with genuine concern.

you, Daxton, but I am fine. I’m

mention Camille, Albin pushed his way through the thinning crowd, his awkward smile not

him a withering glance, her tone ice-cold. “No, thank you. I brought a

her arm through Carrie’s and led her toward the car. Neither

between them crackling with unspoken hostility. Kristopher’s gaze sharpened as he turned to Daxton, his tone a low warning. “Even if we are divorced,