My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 69:

Unlike this tender scene, Tristan was nothing like that caring father. Carrie withdrew her gaze indifferently.

On the other end of the line, Tristan’s tone shifted, growing less caustic, though the undertone of calculation remained. “Yara told me you and Kristopher had some sort of public spat about the divorce. Is it because of his ex?”

He paused briefly, then continued, more as if pondering aloud than speaking to her. “You know, I’ve been thinking… Marrying into a wealthy family isn’t as glamorous as people think. At the end of the day, one can only rely on their own blood and flesh. We’re the ones you can truly count on. You’ll probably get a nice settlement, right? Speaking of which, Yara’s been eyeing a Porsche 911. It’s not that pricey. If you buy it for her, I’m sure she’ll be grateful.”

Carrie clenched her jaw, a bitter laugh threatening to escape her lips. She had anticipated this call would be unpleasant but hadn’t braced herself for this level of audacity. Her family’s shamelessness knew no bounds—they were practically salivating over the money they assumed she’d receive from the divorce. Tristan’s feigned concern, wrapped in the guise of family love, was nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to manipulate her. It was grotesque. Hypocritical.

At that moment, she found herself questioning if she truly shared the same blood as Tristan. The sun poured through the car window, bright and golden, yet an icy chill crept through her veins. Her mind drifted to Kristopher, and a memory surfaced unbidden. Once, he had stood between her and her family’s barbs, shielding her from their relentless demands. Back then, she had seen him as her last refuge after her mother’s passing. But now, even that had crumbled to dust.noveldrama

Carrie inhaled deeply, pushing the wave of sentimentality into a locked corner of her mind. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was as cold and sharp as a blade. “Yes, Kristopher and I are divorcing. And I’ll leave with nothing. So don’t bother wasting your time on me.”

Tristan’s voice immediately escalated. “What? Nothing? Are you out of your mind? Two years of marriage, and you’re just walking away? Do you think I’ll let him get away with this? I’ll go to the Norris family myself and demand what’s rightfully yours!”

Carrie’s head throbbed with an excruciating headache as she interrupted sharply, “Do you really believe Kristopher is naive enough to overlook your true motives? Go ahead, pursue your plan, but should Kristopher retaliate, don’t expect me to shoulder any of the fallout. And remember the fate of the Seymour family!”

The mention of the Seymours effectively silenced Tristan. The Seymour and Campbell families had a longstanding acquaintance, having once collaborated with the influential Norris Group through their connection to the Campbell family. However, when the Seymour family attempted to shake down Kristopher for additional funds, they found themselves bankrupt and ostracized from Orkset overnight, a stark reminder of Kristopher’s formidable reach and ruthlessness.

Before Tristan could muster a reply, Carrie ended the call, decisively blocking his number. No sooner had she done so than her phone rang again, the screen flashing a number she didn’t recognize. With a mix of caution and curiosity, Carrie answered, “Hello?”

The voice on the other end was warm and refined. “Is this Ms. Spencer? My name is Soren Rodgers, CEO and creative director of Silver Elephant Media. I understand you have someone in mind for our female lead. Could we possibly arrange a meeting with you and the prospective candidate? What time would suit you best?”

Soren’s directness, underscored by an unmistakable sincerity, prompted Carrie to consider the proposal seriously. She brushed away her swirling thoughts and responded with eager anticipation, “Sure, I’m available right now.”

With neither family nor romance to anchor her, Carrie had come to understand that life must continue.

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