My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 531:

Camille had been inseparable from Albin lately. Since Camille had access to Lise’s social media through Albin’s phone, he might see Carrie’s messages through Camille’s phone too. And Albin, fiercely loyal to Kristopher, would undoubtedly side with him.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated, an incoming call from Daxton lighting up the screen. Memories flashed through her mind: their brief encounters—outside the hospital, his timely rescue from the yacht mishap, and his visit to her mother’s grave. Their infrequent interactions had nonetheless forged a bond of trust that Carrie deeply valued.

She answered the call. Daxton’s calm voice greeted her. “I’ve heard through the grapevine about your upcoming wedding.” Daxton hadn’t been informed about the event. Given the strained ties between the Norris and Garcia families, Carrie hadn’t felt it appropriate to invite him.

“Daxton,” she said, faltering as she searched for the right words.

Daxton’s light laughter came through the phone, softening the tension. “Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t attend anyway—it would just be too awkward.”

Relieved, Carrie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Daxton’s understanding nature always made him a comforting presence for her.

“I missed your first wedding,” he continued. “So this time, I’ve sent a gift to make up for it. It arrived today, didn’t it?”

Carrie’s gaze shifted to the gift bag on her bedside table. She had received it at noon, initially mistaking it for a wedding accessory because of its separate delivery. The gift bore the hallmark of a renowned diamond brand—famed for its opulent designs and steep price tags. It was a brand synonymous with elegance and sophistication, one that never needed advertising. Inside the box lay a necklace. Sapphires in round and teardrop shapes, arranged from light to dark, cascaded like a waterfall. The design was fluid and refined, culminating in a sapphire centerpiece as large as a pigeon’s egg.

She remembered seeing this exact necklace in a magazine, its value listed in the millions. When Carrie remained silent, Daxton asked softly, “Have you opened it, Carrie? I’m sure Kristopher has something even more spectacular planned for you, so you might not wear this for the wedding. But still, I’d love to see it on you someday.”

Closing the box, Carrie replied decisively, “Daxton, this is too extravagant. I can’t accept it.”

“You have to,” Daxton replied, his tone gentle yet firm. “The guests at Kristopher’s wedding will undoubtedly bring extravagant gifts. I need to ensure you don’t appear any less than them.”

His words reinforced the warmth Carrie often felt toward Daxton—like that of a protective older brother.

With a playful lilt, he added, “And think of it this way: when I get married, you’ll be expected to give me something even more lavish in return.”

The teasing remark left Carrie no room to decline further.

Carrie spoke with conviction. “Daxton, when it’s your turn to get married, rest assured, I’ll return the favor with something equally grand. You won’t be embarrassed.”

“Understood,” he replied softly, though his usual smile had faded.

The warmth of their conversation made Carrie feel as if she were talking to family. Encouraged by this, she said, “Daxton, may I ask for your help with something?”

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