My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 582:

The memory of Kristopher and Lise, entwined in the private room of the Oasis Club, surged forward like bile in her throat. Her stomach churned violently.

She stumbled to the bathroom, gripping the edge of the sink to steady herself. The image was seared into her mind—Lise’s smug smile, Kristopher’s betrayal. She barely made it to the toilet before vomiting.

The thought cut her like glass: How could he even bear to be near the woman responsible for their child’s death?

The next morning, Carrie awoke to an empty bed. Kristopher still hadn’t returned.

According to the maid, he’d flown abroad on a business trip, though she doubted the truth of it. Was he avoiding her, or was he truly preoccupied? She didn’t know, and the ambiguity gnawed at her.

She opened WhatsApp, scrolling aimlessly. Kristopher’s chat was buried at the bottom of her list, a grim reminder of how long it had been since he’d checked in on her.

The habit he’d once nurtured—the texts, the small reassurances—had vanished, leaving nothing but silence.

As she stared blankly at her screen, a message from Daxton popped to the top of her chat list. “Carrie, how are you feeling? The investigator told me there’s been progress on your case.” She hesitated before typing back. “Yes, we’ve uncovered more evidence. It proves Lise orchestrated everything. But it’s still not enough to put her behind bars.”

Daxton’s reply came swiftly, his warmth palpable even through text. “Want to meet up and talk? Don’t bottle it all up alone.” Carrie stared at the words, her fingers hovering over the screen. After a moment, she typed a response. “Maybe another day. I have things to take care of today.”

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She could almost feel Daxton’s quiet understanding as his reply came through. “Alright. Let me know when you’re free.” After ending the conversation, Carrie got ready for the day.

Last night’s brainstorming session with Ruby and Camille still buzzed in her thoughts. Kristopher’s absence was a blessing in disguise; it gave her the freedom to act decisively.

She called the office on her way out, arranging a meeting with the department heads.

As the sole shareholder, she had absolute control. The staff was in full swing, but she wanted buy-in from her team. Ruby and Camille would join her shortly, and together, they’d chart a bold new path.

The conference room was already filled by the time Carrie arrived.noveldrama

With no major projects on the horizon, many employees had grown restless, their days spent clocking in and out with little purpose.

Job insecurity loomed like a dark cloud over their heads.

Carrie walked in, her sharp gray suit cutting an imposing figure. Her hair was tied back neatly, every detail of her appearance a deliberate choice to project authority and poise.

Ruby and Camille entered moments later, slipping into seats on either side of Carrie.

Carrie began without preamble, her voice steady and clear. “The company is shifting its focus. We’ll be transitioning into the media and entertainment industry, with an emphasis on film and television production.” She gestured toward Ruby and Camille.

“These two are our newest collaborators, and today, we’re here to hear your thoughts on this new direction.”

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Employees exchanged uncertain glances, their apprehension unspoken but visible in the furrowing of brows and the shifting of chairs.

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