My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 7:

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She wasn’t the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly.

In fact, this was the first time she’d ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil.

He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters.

Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, “Put me down.”noveldrama

Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages.

His brow furrowed slightly. “What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?”

At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie.

It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence.

With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, “It’s a beauty treatment that shouldn’t get wet.”

“Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?” Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further.

His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chest muscles.

The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all.

Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. “Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?”

For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing.

With a calm demeanor, he responded, “You’re my wife, it’s only natural I’d be concerned about your well-being.”

“Really?” There was a somber note in Carrie’s voice now. “It seems like you’ve never really regarded me as your wife. I’m scared that if I were to die, you wouldn’t even know until much later.”

After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas.

Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher’s eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Carrie, what’s brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I’ve been too indulgent with you lately, and it’s made you a bit too presumptuous?”

Carrie froze, startled.

Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous?

She realized their marriage had always been lopsided.

In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security.

Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him.

In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage.

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