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.”

crouched subtly, rearranging the flowers he had placed to conceal the name and photo on the tombstone. “If Melany recognizes this…” he thought grimly. Melany had met Josh before, and if the Norris family discovered Carrie’s Morrison

Carrie, his expression a mix of hesitation and determination. Gently,

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he could finish, her gaze cold but steady. “Let us end this here,” she said quietly. “I will not return to Bayview Villa. Arrange a time for the divorce decree, and have your lawyer contact mine

of anger, but it

yet tinged with genuine concern. “Carrie, let me take

am fine. I’m going

thinning crowd, his awkward smile not

ice-cold. “No,

waiting for a reply, she looped her arm through Carrie’s and led her

crackling with unspoken hostility. Kristopher’s gaze sharpened as