My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 889:

The question was directed at Aliza, but his eyes landed squarely on Carrie. It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.

Sensing an opportunity, Aliza bit her lip, her voice carrying a trace of grievance. “I’m not entirely sure… I think Miss Hinks liked that gown, but when I arrived, I only heard Carrie saying Miss Hinks didn’t have a good figure…”

Her words were carefully chosen, deliberately vague, yet heavy enough to stir suspicion.

Kristopher’s gaze darkened, his expression turning icier.

Carrie, however, didn’t react. The moment she spotted Kristopher, she turned away, her focus shifting elsewhere—as if his presence meant nothing to her.

Her attention remained on the gown, still lying untouched on the ground.

By now, Alethea had stepped away from it, but the damage was done. Even though her shoes were clean, and no visible stains marred the delicate fabric, the gown had still been disrespected—discarded like trash, its worth diminished.

Carrie wasn’t here to make enemies, but she wasn’t going to be bullied into paying for something she hadn’t ruined either.

She knew the value of money—had lived through the kind of struggle these wealthy elites would never understand. Unlike them, she hadn’t been born into privilege. She had worked, scraped by, held down multiple jobs to build her own financial stability. She wasn’t about to throw it away on this.

Without another word, she turned, picked up her bag from the sofa, and spoke to the designer with quiet finality. “I don’t want the gown anymore.” Then, she walked away.

She had only taken a few steps when a strong hand caught her wrist. She turned, following the grip up to a familiar face—Kristopher. She tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion flickering across her face. “Mr. Norris… what are you doing?”

Kristopher’s gaze shifted to the discarded gown, then back to her. “Adults should take responsibility for their actions.” His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words.

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He continued, “For the Morrison family, a few million is nothing. But for the designer, it’s everything. You can refuse the gown, but there was no need to treat it like that. People who shop here aren’t ordinary customers. Even if there are no visible stains, no one will buy it after this.”

Carrie froze. Silence stretched between them—until Carrie suddenly pulled her arm free from Kristopher’s grasp, her movements sharp and decisive.

Then, she turned to Alethea, a slow, mocking smile curving her lips.

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Kristopher froze. For a fleeting moment, confusion flickered in his eyes. Carrie caught it. A cold smile touched her lips. This wasn’t the first time he had falsely accused her.

He had done the same before he lost his memory. Apparently, even amnesia couldn’t erase his instinctive hostility toward her. It was ingrained in him, second nature—as if no matter what changed, treating her unfairly was something he couldn’t shake.

She wasn’t angry. Not anymore. If anything, she found it amusing. Her smile deepened, a quiet mockery that made Kristopher hesitate. For a brief second, he considered apologizing. The words almost formed on his tongue. But then he saw the indifference in her eyes. She didn’t care what he thought of her. So why should he bother to explain?

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