My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 581:

“Ms. Campbell, are you still awake?”noveldrama

Carrie quickly typed back, “Yes. What’s up?”

Within moments, several photos and videos flooded her screen. As she opened them, the investigator called.

“Ms. Campbell, I’ve recovered some interesting data. The man’s name is Kylo Miller. I tracked down his old phone at a secondhand shop and managed to recover its contents. He’s been in contact with Lise the entire time,” the investigator continued. “And here’s another link—Kylo attended vocational school with the son of your former housekeeper.”

The voice on the other end was distorted, as though being processed through an electronic device. But Carrie was too absorbed in the gravity of his words to notice the peculiar tone of his voice.

Carrie’s grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles white. “And?”

“I can’t say definitively, not with the evidence I’ve gathered so far. It’s enough to suggest a connection, but it wouldn’t hold up in court. Her lawyer could exploit the gaps easily.”

The investigator hesitated, then lowered his voice. “Ms. Campbell, if you’re looking for justice, you might need to consider less conventional methods. I can connect you with someone who specializes in… alternative solutions. The law is what it is—we can’t always rely on it to deliver the outcome we want.”

Carrie’s heart clenched.

A hint of conflict flickered in her eyes.

Carrie inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as her thoughts churned with the remnants of rage and despair, each emotion dragging her deeper into a darkness she was desperate to escape.

For a fleeting moment, she’d considered taking Lise down with her—dragging her into the abyss—but clarity returned like the first light of dawn after a sleepless night.

No. She wouldn’t waste her life on someone as vile as Lise. That woman had already stolen enough from her: her child, her future, her peace.

Carrie refused to give her the satisfaction of taking anything more. When she finally spoke, her voice was an icy mask of calm. “No need,” she said, her tone devoid of emotion.

The investigator hesitated, as if weighing whether to say more. Eventually, he added, “One more thing, Ms. Campbell. Someone else is also investigating Lise. But don’t worry—I’ve secured the key evidence. There’s no way it’ll be destroyed.”

Carrie’s lips barely twitched in acknowledgment, though her thoughts flickered to Kristopher. He had promised to look into this himself. “Understood,” she replied evenly before ending the call.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

If her investigator could uncover so much, Kristopher, with his resources, could surely uncover even more.

Perhaps he already had.

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