My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 584:

Kristopher’s absence stretched on like an unanswered question. Since his departure overseas, Carrie had immersed herself in recruitment and training, burying the lingering tension beneath the rhythm of her days.

The shooting incident, once a storm of whispers and speculation, had faded from conversation, as though life itself had conspired to forget.

The incident had become a thing of the past.

Melany, however, hadn’t forgotten the fractures beneath the surface. Her health was slowly improving, but the quiet that now blanketed the Norris Mansion unsettled her. One morning, as sunlight filtered through the grand windows, she suggested hosting a family dinner—a gesture meant to soften the lingering tension between Carrie and the family.

Carrie received Melany’s invitation while seated in a salon chair. The stylist’s scissors snipped away the final strands of her long hair, each cut feeling like a deliberate severing of the past. As she studied her reflection—a new, shorter style framing her face—her resolve solidified.

She accepted Melany’s invitation.

Regardless of Kristopher’s distance, the Norris family had shown her kindness.

Even Billie, who had once kept her at arm’s length, had arranged for an alternative medicine practitioner to treat Gracie—a gesture Carrie couldn’t ignore.

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She knew these dinners would disappear if she divorced Kristopher, so she thought she might as well cherish them for now.

When Carrie stepped through the doors of the Norris mansion, the servants hesitated, their gazes flickering with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Her transformation was striking. Gone was the woman with long, elegant hair, whose cool detachment hinted at fragility. In her place stood someone new—short hair, sharp lines, and a quiet confidence that radiated independence.

Dressed in a nude-colored suit without a single piece of jewelry—not even her wedding ring—Carrie’s presence was unyielding, a strong woman stepping into her own.

“Welcome home, ma’am,” one of the servants said quickly, recovering from her daze and stepping aside to let her in. “Melany is in the living room waiting for you.”

Melany looked up from the living room as the soft clatter of heels echoed across the marble floor.

Her sharp eyes swept over Carrie’s bare fingers, pausing for a fraction of a second before gliding back to her face.

“My dear, why have you lost weight?” Melany asked, her voice filled with concern. She motioned for Carrie to come closer, a maid already at her side to assist. “I hear you’ve been busy with your mother’s company. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask the Norris Group. You’re the mistress of this family; you don’t have to take on everything alone.”

Carrie offered a small smile, her voice calm and deferential. “Thank you, Melany. I understand.” She walked over to support Melany on her other side.

As Melany leaned on her arm for support, they moved toward the sofa. The air in the room shifted as a warm, familiar voice called out from the doorway. “Great-grandma. Aunt.”

Carrie turned, her movements measured. Standing at the door was Daxton, dressed casually in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. He carried two elegant gift bags in one hand.

For a moment, Carrie’s composure faltered. The word “Aunt” clung to the air between them, heavy with the awkwardness of their familial connection. She blinked, realizing there was no one else he could have addressed. The realization lingered, unsettling her.

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