My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 52:

Observing his hypocrisy, Carrie couldn’t help but smirk. “You scorn show business, yet isn’t your beloved Lise also part of it? Besides, even as your wife, I am my own person. Since when do you have the right to dictate my choices? If I am guilty of any wrongdoing, let the law judge me. There’s no need for you to play the hero, Mr. Norris.”

“So, is this where all your acting skills go—to starting fights with me?” Kristopher shot back without missing a beat.

Carrie, feigning bewilderment, responded with a sly smile, “Oh, such flattery, Mr. Norris.”

The air crackled with tension between them, thick and charged as if a storm might erupt at any moment. Oliver stepped forward quickly, his hands raised in a calming gesture. “Mrs. Norris, I’m certain Mr. Norris didn’t intend it like that. Perhaps you should discuss this in the car on the way home?”

Carrie scoffed dismissively, her voice dripping with disdain. “Save that ‘Mrs. Norris’ nonsense for your boss’s dear Lise. I have absolutely no interest in it.”noveldrama

With a dramatic turn, Carrie made to leave, her resolve clear.

Oliver moved to intercept her, his voice soft yet urgent. “Mrs. Norris…”

“Get out of my way!”

“Let her go!”

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Both Kristopher’s and Carrie’s voices rang out in unison, forceful and final.

Oliver hesitated, his resolve faltering under their combined command, and he stepped aside, allowing her passage as dictated by Kristopher.

“Sis, did something happen between you and your husband? Did I just hear you say something about a divorce?”

Carrie had just started to walk away when Yara Campbell, her half-sister, appeared seemingly out of thin air, eyeing her with an unsettling smirk.

Yara, eager to stir up some drama, reached out to link arms with Carrie. It was apparent that Yara had overheard the heated exchange between Carrie and her husband, Kristopher, although she likely missed the finer points of their argument.

Carrie instinctively pulled away from Yara’s touch, her expression one of clear distaste.

Unperturbed, Yara’s eyes followed the retreating Rolls-Royce. “Your husband sure has a way of treating you like you don’t exist, doesn’t he? Just ditched you here on the curb. Need a ride?”

Yara was a year younger than Carrie. Their father, Tristan Campbell, had struck gold in a business venture when Carrie was just five. His first act upon coming into wealth was to leave his wife for his mistress. Left broken by Tristan’s betrayal, Carrie’s mother, Danna Moran, fell into a deep depression and eventually ended her life.

Carrie, the true heiress of the Campbell family, was sent off to live with her grandmother, Gracie Moran. In the tangled web of their family’s emotional entanglements, Yara stood as Carrie’s foe. Despite the family wealth amassed from Danna’s efforts, Carrie saw no benefit from it and struggled even to cover her grandmother Gracie’s medical expenses. These dire straits had pushed her into a marriage of convenience with Kristopher, a union that was flawed from the start.

“Oh, so everyone’s family all of a sudden? Let me remind you, my mother only had one daughter, and that’s me,” Carrie stated icily before heading off.

“What are you so damn smug about, Carrie?” Yara pressed, unwilling to back down.

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