My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 576:

Camille recovered first. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, taking in every detail. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and snapped several photos and videos in rapid succession. Stuffing the device back into her pocket, she marched into the room with fire in her eyes.

“Well, isn’t this just perfect,” she sneered. “A match made in hell! Scum and villainy, forever and always!” Her words dripped with venom as she glared at Lise and Kristopher. “While Carrie’s suffering at home, you two are here playing house? You two scums really deserve each other.”

Albin moved to intervene, but Camille was already steps ahead. She grabbed an empty glass from the table, her hand trembling with fury, and without a second thought, swung it toward Kristopher’s head.

The private room at the Oasis Club was in chaos, the air thick with tension. Police officers and paramedics moved briskly, their presence making the once-spacious room feel suffocating and cramped. Kristopher sat on the sofa, half-sober, allowing the doctor to tend to the gash on his forehead. Beside him sat Lise, her eyes red from crying, a picture of frail innocence. Kristopher’s bloodstained shirt and Lise’s tear-streaked face painted a grim, incriminating scene. Broken glass littered the floor, mingled with bloodied tissues, while the scent of alcohol lingered in the air.

The atmosphere shifted when Carrie walked in, her expression unreadable. Camille, who had been standing nearby with Albin, immediately let go of her boyfriend’s hand and stormed over to Carrie. She grabbed her arm, pointing furiously at Kristopher and Lise. “Carrie, I caught these two cheating while you were sick! What a pair of scumbags!”

Kristopher’s head snapped up at Camille’s words. Without waiting for the doctor to finish, he pushed him aside, his steps unsteady as he approached. “Carrie, let me explain—”

“Explain?” Camille interrupted, stepping protectively in front of Carrie. “Ha! I knew you’d try to weasel your way out, you scumbag! But I’ve got evidence!” She pulled out her phone, opened her photo album, and shoved it into Carrie’s hands.

Carrie glanced at the screen. A video played, showing Kristopher and Lise in an intimate position, their closeness unmistakable. Her heart remained calm, eerily so. There was no anger, no surprise—only a cold, resigned indifference. This was exactly the kind of scene she had come to expect. Without her presence in Kristopher’s life, he and Lise would probably be just as cozy, without the need to hide it.

Kristopher stopped about a foot away, urgency written across his face. “Carrie, listen to me. I was out for a business meeting—”

Carrie’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she flicked her gaze toward Lise. “A business meeting?”

Before Kristopher could respond, Oliver rushed into the room, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. He surveyed the scene and quickly stepped forward, trying to smooth things over.

“Mrs. Norris, this is entirely my fault. The schedule today was rushed, and I failed to arrange things properly. After the meeting, I went to handle accommodations for the clients and called a driver to take Mr. Norris home. But the driver misunderstood and brought Mr. Norris here instead. I’ll make sure he’s replaced immediately—”

Carrie’s sharp glare silenced him mid-sentence. “Oliver,” she said icily, “you’re just an employee. You of all people should know what it feels like to be scapegoated. Yet here you are, trying to clean up after your boss by blaming someone insignificant.”noveldrama

To Carrie, Oliver’s excuse was nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to shield Kristopher. She didn’t believe for a moment that one of Kristopher’s most loyal aides would ever stand on her side or offer an unbiased explanation.

Oliver flinched under her words, sweat forming on his brow. “Mrs. Norris, I—”

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