My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 517:

The man hesitated, his expression hardening. “Lise, it’s not just about the accident. The victim… that girl. Her background is—”

“I know you’ve done enough for me already,” Lise interrupted, standing abruptly and crossing the room to a nearby table. She retrieved a leather envelope and walked back to him, placing it in his lap. “You took the fall for my dad when no one else would, and you introduced Emilio to me, both of which I’m grateful for.”

She gestured toward the envelope, her movements sharp. “Take this. It’s enough to start something small. A café, maybe. Live quietly. You don’t need to be concerned about the past anymore.”

The man stared at the envelope, its corners worn, revealing the thick stack of cash inside—about forty to fifty thousand. He shook his head vehemently. “Lise, I didn’t come here for money. I volunteered to take the fall for your dad, and you already gave me a hundred thousand. I’m not greedy. You know that.”

“Take it,” she cut him off, her voice flat but firm. Turning her back to him, she walked toward the window and folded her arms across her chest. “There’s no need to talk about the past. I called you here because I need your help with something.”

The man quickly rose to his feet, clutching the envelope. “Don’t call it help,” he said, his tone almost desperate. “Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.”noveldrama

Lise turned around slowly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “That woman’s pregnant.” Her voice cracked, but she swallowed hard and pushed through. “If she has the baby, Kristopher will have a family of his own.”

“And me?” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “There’ll be no place for me anymore.” She sank back onto the sofa, pressing her hands to her temples. Her words came out choked. “I can’t go back to the way things were… I just can’t. After living like this, after tasting what life could be—going back would be worse than dying.”

The man’s jaw tightened. He looked at her, torn between guilt and determination. Finally, he said, “I understand. I won’t let that child be born. Don’t worry, Lise. Whatever you want, I’ll do everything to make it happen.”

At the dining table, Kristopher leaned back in his chair, his phone pressed to his ear. Across from him, Carrie sat quietly, her focus on her meal.

“The production team is asking about the broadcast schedule for the variety show,” Kristopher said, his voice steady as he glanced at Carrie. “What do you think?”

Carrie didn’t look up, poking at her food with a fork. “Whatever. I’m fine with anything.”

Now that Katrina’s identity had been revealed and everything settled, the announcement wouldn’t carry much weight.

Kristopher frowned, his sharp gaze settling on her. “Whatever? This is our official announcement. Why aren’t you taking it seriously?”

Carrie sighed, setting down her fork. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before responding. “After the wedding, maybe? What do you think?”

Kristopher studied her for a moment, before nodding in satisfaction. He turned back to his phone. “Two weeks from now.”

Carrie blinked, surprised. “Isn’t that a bit rushed?”

Kristopher ended the call and set the phone aside, leaning forward. “Why wait?” he said, his tone casual but firm. “Let’s not drag this out.”

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