My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 114:

As his thoughts spiraled, his frustration mounted, and it was clear in his sharp tone. “Where’s Carrie?”

Albin, lifting an eyebrow in smug satisfaction, responded with a sly tone, “Let’s head to her apartment. I’ve managed to uncover her new address. Have you seen Carrie lately? She looks even more enchanting, as if there’s a newfound glow about her. How do I put it correctly?”

Albin scratched his head, fumbling for the appropriate phrase, then, with a sudden spark of inspiration, slapped his thigh excitedly. “I’ve figured it out! She was once meek, much like a modest housemaid, but now she’s blossomed into a dazzling rose, breathtaking and vibrant.”

As these words floated in the air, Kristopher’s face clouded over with displeasure. “It sounds like you’re accusing me of mistreating her,” he retorted.

Realizing his blunder, Albin snapped his lips shut and hastily led the way.

They walked in silence for a few paces until Albin, unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, halted and faced Kristopher, his demeanor stripped of its usual levity.

“Tell me, Kristopher, do you love Carrie?” he inquired, his gaze piercing.

Kristopher hesitated, his response guarded. “She’s my wife. I fulfill all the roles and responsibilities of a husband.”noveldrama

Unsatisfied by the evasive answer, Albin probed deeper, his voice infused with sincerity. “Forget the duties and titles for a moment. I’m asking about your heart. Do you feel love for her?”

Albin’s question hung heavily between them, a silent plea for truth in Kristopher’s next words.

Kristopher fixed his piercing stare on Albin, his eyes drilling into him as if trying to unravel his very thoughts. That intense gaze somehow brought to mind the question Carrie had posed over the phone earlier. Under the weight of Kristopher’s stare, Albin’s skin broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, Kristopher diverted his eyes, his expression etched with scorn. “With all that free time, maybe it’s time to think about getting a job,” he suggested, his voice resonating with a deep, dismissive timbre as he strode away.

He continued, “We’re bound together in marriage, and that is the unchangeable truth. Does love hold any real weight? I provide her with the finest things in life. Surely, that’s more substantial than fleeting emotions?”

Kristopher’s readiness to prolong the conversation prompted Albin to quicken his pace and catch up. Analyzing the situation, Albin countered, “In terms of material things, you’ve made sure Lise has had the finest life possible. Throughout the years, her every desire has been met without fail. Yet, this lavishness mirrors the fondness one might show a sister. On the other hand, your interactions with Carrie are charged with emotion. Your fiery temper exposes the bond between you. Perhaps you don’t love her, but she stirs something within you — she stands apart from other women in your life.”

Kristopher’s eyes briefly locked in a frozen gaze, his fingers nervously adjusting the cufflinks at his wrists. “So, what exactly are you trying to get at?” he demanded.

Albin’s tone carried a hint of urgency as he responded, “Kristopher, this isn’t about proving something. It’s about understanding what you truly want. Carrie is contemplating divorce because she feels neglected and unloved.”

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