My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1020:

Jenesis noticed the subtle shift in her expression, a flicker of emotion that briefly clouded her eyes. Jenesis paused, studying her with quiet curiosity before speaking in a gentle voice. “Are you thinking about Kristopher?”

Carrie gave a firm nod. She didn’t shy away from the name. At home, she rarely mentioned him—Kristopher had never been welcome in the Morrison household.

But here, with Jenesis, someone who had walked through similar trials, she felt safe enough to be honest.

Placing the pink baby bottle carefully back on the shelf, Carrie spoke in a low voice, almost to herself. “When he was still tangled up with Lise, I used to wish he was dead. It sounds awful, but back then, it felt easier to imagine being the widow of a man who had once loved me, than to watch him give his heart to another woman.”

Her voice softened further, eyes focused on a distant past. “But later, we had moments—real, beautiful moments. I won’t pretend he didn’t hurt me, but there were times he made me feel deeply loved. And now, even when he makes me furious, I can’t bring myself to hate him. Not really. I just… I want him to live. To live well.”

Jenesis gave a soft, knowing smile. She gently reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind Carrie’s ear, her touch warm and motherly.

is all good or all bad.” She looked at Carrie with pride. “I’m glad you can see

not with sorrow but with comfort. Her throat swelled with gratitude, and she turned to wrap her arms around Jenesis. “Aunt

of

Carrie wouldn’t have poured all her love into Kristopher,

there were so many pieces that led to

opening pulled Carrie back. She stepped out of the

????????? ??????? ?????: ⳑ????ν????⸱???

the newcomer and said lightly, “No need to be shy. You’re still just a kid. If it weren’t for everything with the Campbell family, you’d probably still

rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. “Grad students aren’t kids, you

was just as indulgent as the men in the Morrison family—if

still the little girl they’d always

never thought he was a bad person. And I could see how much he cared about you. I didn’t say anything before—I was afraid

her jacket. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “This isn’t just about love anymore. Even if there’s still something there, too much has happened. Some things… you just