My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 60:

Sensing her mood lightening, Kristopher felt an urge to mend their rift. He began, “Tonight, I’d like to—”

But before he could finish, his phone erupted with a ringtone, shattering the moment. It was an unusual oversight, as Kristopher always silenced his phone during meals. The sudden disruption drew all eyes to him.

Carrie’s gaze shifted towards the phone, spotting the name “Lise” flashing across the screen.

Kristopher answered the phone, his face initially calm, but the expression gradually hardened, as if his emotions were set in stone. Whatever was said on the other end seemed to weigh heavily on him. He replied, “Alright, I see.”

Ending the call, he turned to his family and announced, “I need to head to the company right away.”

Melany’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at Carrie. “Is it really that urgent? Can’t you wait until after dinner? You’re planning to leave Carrie here alone?”

Kristopher nodded, his decision firm. He quickly finished his meal, rising from the table. “Oliver will drive you home,” he told Carrie, his tone final.noveldrama

“Understood. Drive safely,” Carrie responded softly, her smile gentle, but her eyes grew cold. Her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her fork, her knuckles blanching. The moment Lise’s name appeared—even if only indirectly—Kristopher’s patience with their pretenses had vanished.

After Kristopher’s car disappeared, Kailee broke the silence. “That was Lise on the phone, wasn’t it?” Her voice carried a hint of provocation.

Carrie’s response was sharp. “Since when did you become an investigative journalist?”

Kailee’s lips curled into a patronizing smile. “I’m simply looking out for you. Lose your husband’s heart, and you’ll regret it.”

Billie, who had been quiet until now, set down her fork with deliberate precision. “Kailee speaks the truth,” she said, her gaze piercing as she looked at Carrie. “As a wife, your focus should be on Kristopher and building a family. At your age, chasing stardom is foolish. A child would strengthen your bond.”

Her eyes dropped meaningfully to Carrie’s stomach. “You’ve been married for two years with no child. Perhaps it’s time for a medical evaluation.”

Kristopher hadn’t touched her since their wedding night—if she were to have a child, it would surely be a biblical miracle.

Carrie’s response was measured. “Having a baby isn’t something I can accomplish alone.”

Billie’s sharp gaze flickered with disbelief. In the past, Carrie had always swallowed such cutting remarks with quiet deference, letting them slide off like rain on a slick roof. But this time, her poised defiance hit Billie like a slap.

Billie turned to Melany, her voice laced with indignation. “Melany, are you hearing this? I barely said a word, and now she’s talking back to me.”

Melany gave Billie’s hand a gentle pat, her smile as soft as a fading twilight. “Every generation has its own way of doing things, Billie. Don’t forget, you didn’t have Kristopher until years after your marriage.”

“That’s different,” Billie muttered, though her voice faltered into silence.

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