My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 533:

It was Lise. “Kristopher, I’m home. Everything’s fine,” she said.

“Alright. Got it,” he replied.

There was a pause before Lise spoke again, her tone tentative. “Your wedding’s just around the corner. Once it’s official, everyone will know Carrie is your wife. That’ll be the end of… well, everything between us. Could we meet for dinner? Just once—to say a proper goodbye?”

Kristopher hesitated, the silence heavy, before finally agreeing. “Alright.”

In the living room…

Carrie was actively on the phone with Camille when Kristopher walked down the stairs. This time, he wasn’t in his usual laid-back attire. He’d changed into formal clothes, sharp and polished.

Carrie’s brows lifted in mild surprise. “Heading out again?”

Kristopher’s face flickered with a trace of guilt, but he quickly masked it. “There’s a problem with one of the projects. I need to handle it.”noveldrama

She didn’t press for details. “Will you be back for dinner?”

“No, I’ll be working late. Get some rest—you don’t need to wait up,” he said, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

On the other end of the call, Camille had overheard the exchange. Her voice chimed through the receiver. “Carrie, I’ve got a makeup artist here for a trial run. Since you’ll be home alone, why not come over and help me pick a look for the bridesmaids?”

Carrie nodded as if Camille could see her. “Sure, I’ll head over.”

Carrie was actively on the phone with Camille when Kristopher walked down the stairs. This time, he wasn’t in his usual laid-back attire. He’d changed into formal clothes, sharp and polished.

Carrie’s brows lifted in mild surprise. “Heading out again?”

Kristopher’s face flickered with a trace of guilt, but he quickly masked it. “There’s a problem with one of the projects. I need to handle it.”

She didn’t press for details. “Will you be back for dinner?”

“No, I’ll be working late. Get some rest—you don’t need to wait up,” he said, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

On the other end of the call, Camille had overheard the exchange. Her voice chimed through the receiver. “Carrie, I’ve got a makeup artist here for a trial run. Since you’ll be home alone, why not come over and help me pick a look for the bridesmaids?”

Carrie nodded as if Camille could see her. “Sure, I’ll head over.”

Carrie followed the location Camille had sent and drove to a sprawling apartment nestled in the heart of downtown’s most coveted district. It was close to where she’d once lived in Ripples Complex, just a street over. The neighborhood was as prime as it got in the CBD, and this apartment, a spacious 500-square-meter retreat, was no exception.

The place belonged to Albin—a private hideaway known only to his closest circle, Kristopher included. For larger gatherings, Albin preferred hosting at his villa, leaving this apartment as his personal sanctuary.

Carrie parked her car in one of the community’s shared spots and made her way to the private elevator, which whisked her straight to the designated floor. At the entrance, Albin greeted her, dressed in a crisp white casual outfit.

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