My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 543:

Ignoring the IV needle still piercing her arm, Carrie grabbed Kristopher’s sleeve. “It was her! She tried to kill me last night. She tampered with my car—punctured my tires on purpose!”

The needle tore free, and blood trickled down her wrist. But Carrie seemed impervious to the pain, her determination blinding her to everything else.

The nurse rushed over, pulling her hand away to treat the fresh wound. The alcohol stung—but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache of loss that gnawed at her soul.

Kristopher sighed, his voice laced with quiet resignation. “We’ve been out of reach, Carrie.”

“You know that. We were in Steu Skua for days—no signal, no contact. How could Lise have arranged for anything from there?”

Carrie’s gaze bore into him, refusing to relent. “You two came back yesterday! That gave her plenty of time.”

Kristopher took a slow, deliberate breath. “Because I was with her last night.”

Carrie froze, her countenance darkening as her eyes went from astonishment to disappointment. Her gaze fell, and her voice was barely a murmur when she spoke. “The night before our wedding… you left me to be with her, and you lied to me? Kristopher, how am I supposed to believe you? How can I trust you? Is there anyone left in this world who won’t betray me?”

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Loneliness pressed down on her like a heavy shroud. She cursed herself for not realizing the truth sooner, for not calling off the wedding when there was still time. If she had, maybe her child would still be alive.

Kristopher looked at her with caution. “I was wrong, Carrie. I’ll explain everything—I promise. But accusing Lise isn’t fair. She didn’t know you were pregnant.”

“Who said Lise didn’t know?” Camille’s words cut through the room as she stormed in, her grip firm around Kailee’s wrist as she dragged the struggling woman behind her.

Kailee flailed, trying to break free. “Let go of me! Have you lost your mind? What gives you the right to manhandle me like this?”noveldrama

Camille ignored her, anger blazing in her eyes as she marched forward and flung a phone at Kristopher. The device struck his arm and clattered to the floor.

Kailee dove to retrieve it, but Kristopher’s reflexes were quicker. He snatched it up first; it was a photo—a pregnancy test.

Camille jabbed a finger at Kailee, then turned to Carrie. “This woman took a picture of your pregnancy test and sent it to Lise—behind your back.”

Kristopher swiped across the screen, his expression unreadable as he saw the WhatsApp conversation. Kailee’s message was clear: “Carrie is pregnant. You and Kristopher have no chance now.”

His gaze moved to the profile picture associated with the conversation. “This isn’t Lise’s WhatsApp,” he said.

Camille’s mouth fell open, disbelief warring with fury as her hands flew to her hips. “Are you serious right now, Kristopher? The proof is staring you in the face, and you’re still defending her? Lise killed your child, and you’re too blind to see it! Wake up, will you? Are you out of your mind, or is she that deep under your skin?”

Carrie’s face, a mask of stoicism, betrayed no emotion. Tears, silent and heavy, fell onto the pillow, saturating it with her sorrow. She lay there, a hollow shell, her spirit extinguished along with her child. No anger, no sorrow, just a numb void. Her strength, depleted, left her feeling fragile and broken. Even the physical pain from her wounds seemed muted, a distant echo in the face of despair. She had given up any hopes. Her child was gone, and her husband, without hesitation, defended the child’s murderer. She had been a fool, she realized. She had believed she could conquer Lise. The brush with death in the fire, the two-year ordeal of a failed marriage, none of it had awakened her. She had willingly walked into the flames, and now she paid the price for her naivety. No one else was to blame. Her only sorrow was for her innocent child, robbed of life.

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