My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 524:

“My wife has always been gentle. This is the first time I’ve heard her described that way. Mrs. Diaz, care to elaborate on your perception of my wife?”

All eyes turned to the voice. Kristopher stood in the doorway, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. As his gaze met Carrie’s, his smile deepened, his eyes radiating a warm, affectionate glow.

Mrs. Diaz froze, her expression stiffening. Though she had always looked down on Carrie, she knew better than to cross Kristopher. His quiet authority was enough to silence even the boldest personalities. Forcing a smile, Mrs. Diaz quickly backtracked. “Just joking, of course. You know how it is at the table—people say all sorts of things in jest.”

Kristopher didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he moved over to sit beside Carrie, his attention settling on her hand of cards. She was working on a flush in clubs, hoping for the Four of Clubs. She had already realized it wasn’t in the deck, though. Carrie hesitated, weighing whether to abandon her flush and switch strategies. Her fingers hovered over the Three of Hearts, debating whether to discard it.

Mrs. Diaz seized the moment to needle her again, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Carrie, it’s just a casual game. No need to act like winning a hand is life or death. Anyone watching might think Mr. Norris doesn’t give you an allowance.”

Carrie ignored the jab, letting out a soft sigh as she prepared to toss the Four of Clubs and move on. Before she could, Kristopher’s hand covered hers. Gently, he plucked the Three of Hearts from her fingers and discarded it instead.

Carrie shot him a glance, her eyes silently conveying what she thought: The Four of Clubs is a dead card.

Unperturbed, Kristopher adjusted her hand, breaking up a set of Sixes and reconfiguring her cards. The Four of Clubs now fit into a new strategy, shifting her focus from an impossible flush to a combination that needed the Five or Six of Clubs.

As if on cue, Mrs. Diaz played the Five of Clubs.noveldrama

“Flush,” Kristopher said calmly, taking the card and laying down Carrie’s hand in a clean, winning sequence. “A clean flush in clubs.”

He turned to Carrie, his voice warm. “A game’s only fun if you play it with style. My wife always strives for the best. Money is the last thing she worries about.”

Coming from anyone else, the statement might have sounded pompous, but Kristopher’s quiet confidence gave it weight. No one dared to challenge him.

Mrs. Diaz’s smile faltered as she stared at the spread of cards, her earlier winnings swept back into Carrie’s corner. Her expression darkened, though she tried to mask it.

Sensing the rising tension, Billie interjected in a lighthearted tone. “It’s getting late, and dinner’s ready. The chef prepared some top-grade seafood, and I hear it’s quite the catch.”

Reluctantly, Mrs. Diaz pushed her cards away and rose to her feet, her displeasure barely concealed.

Dinner was strained. Mrs. Diaz barely touched her food, her bitterness palpable.

Afterward, the guests made their excuses and left in haste, eager to escape the heavy atmosphere. As the cars departed from the Norris Mansion, Carrie’s car followed closely behind Mrs. Diaz’s.

At the foot of the hill, a figure stood cloaked in shadows, her pale face briefly illuminated by the passing headlights. Ailyn, recently discharged from the hospital, watched the cars disappear into the city traffic. Her fragile frame trembled as she clutched the hem of her coat. Her face was ashen, her eyes sunken, but her gaze burned with fury.

It was Carrie—Carrie, who had exposed her secrets and cost her everything. Her child, her luxurious life, her future—all ripped away because of that woman. Carrie!

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