My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 593:noveldrama

She hated Lise for causing her child’s death, but she also hated Kristopher for protecting Lise unconditionally.

Even if Lise carried Lisa’s heart, Carrie couldn’t accept it as an excuse for her to get away with her crimes.

After all, Lisa was Lisa, and Lise was Lise.

Carrie believed that if Lisa were still alive, she would never harm her brother’s child.

Kristopher’s expression twisted in pain. “Carrie…”

Before he could finish, Billie shot to her feet, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “You already caused your sister’s death once. Do you really want to kill Lise this time?”

Shawn and Melany exchanged a glance, their expressions darkening. While they loved Billie, they couldn’t condone her words.

If Billie hadn’t been so blinded by her stubbornness, Kristopher might never have become entangled with Lise, and this heartbreaking situation could have been avoided entirely.

Kristopher’s throat tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he fixed Carrie with a pleading gaze. His voice, hoarse and unsteady, broke the tense silence. “Carrie, can we go home first?”

Carrie met his eyes, her expression unreadable. But before she could let herself feel the ache in his gaze, a vivid image intruded—a fleeting vision of the child she had never met, standing before her in a dream, accusing her with tearful eyes.

The memory struck like a shard of glass, and her chest tightened. Turning her face away, she forced herself to remain composed. “Since we have reached this point, let us settle everything here and now. This endless back-and-forth is draining us all.”

Kristopher’s hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening. For a man who prided himself on his stoicism, begging was foreign—detestable, even. Yet, desperation overtook him.

“I know you love me,” he rasped. “Just this once—please, compromise for me. After this, I swear, I will give in to you in everything.”

His words carried a weight that was almost painful to hear.

He knew he had no right to ask anything of her. Not after everything. He had failed to protect his sister years ago, and now he had failed to keep Lise in line.

Carrie had borne wounds he could not mend, wounds that had no place in her life but had carved themselves deep because of him.

He had considered letting her go—freeing her from the pain he brought—but the thought alone clawed at his sanity. Returning to an empty home was unthinkable.

Just the thought of it was unbearable. Losing Carrie would drive him to madness.

Once, he had lived in unbroken darkness, numb and resigned. He thought he could exist like that forever. But Carrie had shown him the light.

She had taught him to love, to soften, to compromise, to speak his heart.

Now, he could not imagine returning to the hollow shell of the man he had once been. Life without her felt like death in all but name.

Carrie regarded him, her expression hardening as his desperation unfolded before her. The Kristopher she knew—the cold, stoic, unrelenting man—had vanished, replaced by someone raw and exposed.

And yet, the sight did not soften her resolve; it only made her colder.

His struggle was not for her. No, this wasn’t about love. It was about Lise.

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