My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 528:

Daxton didn’t smile. His voice, though quiet, carried a note of seriousness. “The first few months are critical,” he said. “More delicate than the final weeks. You need to take care of yourself, Carrie. You’re not just living for yourself anymore—you’re a mother now.”

His words hit her harder than she expected. The reality of her pregnancy settled over her again, heavy but grounding. The baby growing inside her wasn’t just hers to protect—it was hers to nurture, hers to care for, regardless of anyone else’s involvement.

“You’re right,” she said softly, nodding. “I should be more careful. I’ll start reading up on this. I need to be prepared.”

“Good.” Daxton’s tone softened slightly, and he stepped back to let her go. He climbed back into the car, leaning into the seat with a sigh. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, stirring something deep within him. He closed his eyes, his hand drifting absently to his side, where an old wound throbbed faintly—a phantom reminder of a different pain.

“Let’s go back,” he said to the driver in a quiet tone.

Time slipped away like water through a sieve, and before anyone knew it, the wedding was just two days away. Bayview Villa had undergone a breathtaking transformation, both inside and out. The wedding planners had left no stone unturned, weaving joy and festivity into every nook and cranny. Even the maids couldn’t resist the contagious excitement. They hummed merry tunes as they bustled about, occasionally conjuring up new recipes inspired by the celebratory mood.

Yet, amidst the revelry, Carrie felt like a ghost at her own feast. She sat curled up on the sofa, engrossed in a book titled The Comprehensive Pregnancy Guide. She had stumbled upon the book through a sharing platform, where it had garnered endless recommendations—not from expectant mothers, surprisingly, but from soon-to-be fathers.

At one point, Carrie had imagined Kristopher pouring over such a book, trying to master the art of fatherhood. But reality painted a different picture. Since the day she’d seen the positive result, Kristopher remained blissfully unaware of her pregnancy. She hadn’t even mustered the courage to tell his grandparents.

The initial thrill she’d felt holding the medical report had dwindled, leaving only hesitation in its place. The joy of sharing her news had withered on the vine. Kristopher’s attention, such as it was, came in the form of one or two dry, obligatory text messages each day. Calls, on the rare occasion she attempted them, went unanswered. His number was perpetually unreachable.

Oliver explained that his complete lack of communication was due to no signal where he was located.

Her mind wandered back to the early days of their marriage when Kristopher would often vanish on business trips abroad. Back then, she’d wait for weeks, frequently seeing him return with mysterious injuries. Over time, those trips became less frequent, but the questions in her mind never ceased. Although he never shared details, she knew his work carried risks.

She tried to reflect on her own shortcomings as well. As the head of the Norris family, Kristopher bore burdens she couldn’t fully understand. Shouldn’t she make an effort to be more supportive? People often said pregnant women had a tendency to overthink. Carrie reminded herself to stay level-headed. Yes, her body was in flux, but she couldn’t let those changes hijack her emotions.

But just as she steadied herself, a single WhatsApp message from Camille sent her carefully constructed composure crashing down. Camille’s text was accompanied by a screenshot. “I saw this on Albin’s phone,” Camille wrote, clearly annoyed. “What’s the deal with this? Who’s the ‘someone she likes’? Is it Kristopher? And what’s all this about liking girls? Is she talking about an unborn baby? How did this even become a topic of discussion between them?”

In the screenshot, Lise had posted a picture of a dainty hair clip with the caption: “The person I like, likes girls.” Carrie’s eyes glued themselves to the image. She read the caption over and over, her mind racing, her fingers frozen on her phone.noveldrama

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