My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 562:

Kristopher lingered only for a moment before stepping into the kitchen, giving the two women space as he checked on the dinner preparations. Camille took Carrie’s arm and guided her to the couch. Once they were seated, she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” Carrie replied softly. “I’m fine now.”

Camille cast a glance toward the kitchen, ensuring Kristopher was out of earshot, before turning back to Carrie. Her voice dropped even lower, filled with determination. “Don’t worry. I’ve been gathering evidence on that witch. My brother’s helping me, and I haven’t said a word to Albin yet.”

Camille reached out, her hand covering Carrie’s. “You’re not alone in this. I’m here. Ruby’s offered her help too.”

The warmth of Camille’s touch seeped into Carrie’s cold, stiff fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. For the first time in what felt like forever, Carrie felt a flicker of something she thought she’d lost: comfort, and the faintest glimmer of hope.

At the mall, after the wedding, Melany fell ill, casting a long shadow over the entire Norris Mansion, which seemed to be wrapped in a thick fog of despair. Since Billie had slapped Kailee, the Myers family had retreated into silence, their connection frayed.

Feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders, Billie decided to escape her troubles with a shopping spree and a spa treatment, hoping to clear her mind of the storm brewing within. Normally, Kailee would be her shopping companion, chatting away and making the hours fly. But today, Billie found herself alone, her feet aching after what felt like an eternity of wandering. She glanced at her watch and sighed; only two hours had passed.noveldrama

Spotting a coffee shop with cozy private rooms, she decided it was time for a breather. Just as she settled in and placed her order, the door to her room swung open. Billie was about to compliment the swift service when she looked up and saw Lise standing in the doorway. Her polite smile evaporated as she coolly remarked, “What are you doing here? If memory serves, I booked this room for myself. I didn’t sign up to share.”

Lise closed the door behind her with a casual flick and strolled over to sit across from Billie. “I’ve been meaning to have a word with you, Mrs. Norris. I didn’t anticipate running into you here, but I suppose it’s that unbreakable bond between mother and daughter.”

Billie frowned, puzzled by Lise’s motives. Even if Lise fancied herself as Kristopher’s wife, she knew there was no mother-daughter connection.

With everything that had been unfolding at home, Billie didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. She waved her hand dismissively. “You should really take a step back. Carrie is injured and lost her child. No matter what, the Norris family won’t exploit this tragedy to end her marriage. You might as well give up on Kristopher. The fact that you didn’t marry him in the first place says it all—there was never any destiny between you two.”

Just then, the waiter arrived with Billie’s coffee, a charming little pot accompanied by two cups. Lise glanced at the waiter, said nothing, and nonchalantly poured herself a cup, savoring the aroma. As the waiter left, closing the door behind him, Lise remarked, “The quality of the ingredients here is truly impressive.” She set down her cup and, with a soft gaze aimed at Billie, added, “I didn’t realize that Mom and I shared such refined taste.”

Billie’s expression turned icy at Lise’s use of “Mom.” She grabbed her bag and stood up, anger simmering beneath the surface. “If you like it, then enjoy your coffee. But remember this: you can savor the drink, but don’t overstep your bounds. The only person who can call me ‘Mom’ is my son. Ms. Nash, show some respect.”

Lise calmly countered, “And what about your daughter? Doesn’t she get to call you ‘Mom’?”

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