My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 115:

“If you’re serious about not wanting a divorce, then you need to show her your affection. Love isn’t solely built on the gifts you can buy.” His voice grew tense with anxiety. “Emotions need to be nurtured and openly shared. You can’t just substitute emotional connection with money, can you? Isn’t it necessary to invest your feelings as well?”

Kristopher’s expression darkened, his brows knitting together in confusion. Although he grasped each word Albin uttered, when put together, they baffled him. The younger Kristopher would have dismissed such concerns as trivial. Yet, given Carrie’s increasingly drastic responses recently, he found himself pausing to reconsider.

For the first time, Kristopher questioned aloud, “What is love, really? It’s something you can’t see or touch. Are mere sweet nothings truly more valuable than solid, tangible support?” As for whether he truly loved Carrie, the thought had never crossed his mind. Love, as a concept, was alien to him from his earliest memories. In the Norris household, matters of the heart were overshadowed by pragmatic considerations of mutual benefit.

The relationships he observed among peers seemed nothing more than transactions—be they for personal gain, physical desire, or simple companionship. To Kristopher, if this was what defined love, he was better off without it.

His partnership with Carrie had been serendipitous. She was eccentric, theatrically so, reminiscent of a character in a melodrama, yet her presence never crossed into irritation. At times, he even felt a spark of vitality when she was nearby. She was a wife he was content to have by his side, and he envisioned continuing their life together without much change.

Yet, the revelation of Carrie leaving him over something as intangible as love shook him profoundly.

Albin exhaled deeply, the weight of the situation settling upon him.

He recognized the futility of swaying Kristopher’s deep-seated views with mere words. Draping an arm around Kristopher’s shoulders, he began sharing his advice. “Kristopher, you’re too immersed in your own perspective to see things clearly. Just this once, hear me out. If you’re not ready to accept the divorce, just humble yourself and express to Carrie that she matters to you. There’s a chance for reconciliation. Trust me, I’m not lying to you.”

Kristopher’s expression turned stormy, and he remained silent, brushing off Albin’s hand with a swift, dismissive gesture. Albin suddenly remembered that Kristopher disliked physical contact with others, with only three exceptions—Lise, Carrie, and his rarely mentioned sister.

As they conversed, Albin guided Kristopher towards the building where Carrie resided. “Here we are—this is the place,” he announced.

Kristopher surveyed the area with evident distaste. “A building serving both residential and commercial purposes? Residential and commercial in one building? How do people survive in this madness?”

Albin responded promptly, defending the building’s reputation, “Kristopher, give this place a chance. It boasts remarkably tight security.”

Kristopher’s skepticism was palpable. “Really? And yet they let you through without a fuss?”noveldrama

“I’m not exactly a nobody,” Albin retorted, brushing off the implication with a slight shift in topic. “Despite its mixed usage, this district commands a high price tag. It’s predominantly populated by ambitious young professionals and affluent individuals. Rumor has it, even celebrities find a home here.”

Kristopher dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “What celebrity would settle for such a place?”

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